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Interval
by Alison McKenzieTime and its vast expanse
Of universe and memories lost -
How many lullabies sent to the ethers
Will never be heard?
Why dont we bring our past lives with us?
Whats the point of living those
Lessons buried
In bones hollow, void of breath
That cannot be retold?
How many vessels,
Swallowed by seas,
Live to tell the final cries
Of sailors adrift and childrens screams?
And when that generation is gone
None left to teach the verses.
Even these carefully crafted words,
Spinning yarns of tale;
Distillation of abundant harvest -
Consumption, digestion, extradition -
Temporal frames of limit
Merely the means to an end.
Time and vast expanse
Ushering ever toward
Obliterary elimination -
Maybe its the only road to redemption.
12/06/2007 Posted on 12/06/2007
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/10/07 at 05:24 PM Amazing! Gasp... You should win a prize for your "carefully crafted" "Obliterary"! What a word! (Some cross between obligatory, a particularized word oriented obliteration, and an obituary...) But your distillation is star stuff... redemptive, yes, and enduring as can be in this ephemerality... |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/10/07 at 07:47 PM WOW! Your words have so much in them. Yes, you continue to amaze me, too wit.h your perspective. This phrase has another application, but "cradle to grave" is what I see here. Somewhere along the life's path, we lose our way, possibly thinking we are more powerful than either God or Nature's forces.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 12/11/07 at 08:57 AM POe, I think. Yes Poe. This reminds me of something he would write and also a master of the
morpheme. Your best work to date Alison! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 12/11/07 at 12:16 PM Another wonderfully crafted Ali path of travel. Your word choice is as brilliant as you, my sweet friend.My pick for potd. |
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