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Vision
by George Hoerneri see no legend past,
present, or future
upon which to lay my head
my grail never holy
has no luster
most reflections are memories
of battles lost
i feel the old scars
as the sword is
pulled from its scabbard
the sharp edge
reminding me of my mortality
regardless i live life
by my rules
refusing to acknowledge
your perfect vision of my life
08/13/2004
Posted on 04/21/2009
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/21/09 at 01:27 AM If this was ever to be a post script to a life, this would be a rather brilliant way to go about that. I really enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 04/21/09 at 05:11 AM On guarde! Let's all get our swords out and fight for our own truth not someone else's vision! MFS |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/21/09 at 03:56 PM ...george, well said, well said...a generic [if you will] RIP ... now, kiss my grass, eh? |
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