Gathering in the Mist by Keith D Allison film upon granite the fire flickers ancient cave paintings primitive the form film posted upon the granite light flickers on the walls paintings primitive the form subway wall Three hundred years children of the land the Warriors primitive forms primitive the forms 05/07/2009 Posted on 05/07/2009 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/08/09 at 12:41 AM ancient knows no boundary * I see these flickers Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/08/09 at 12:48 AM todays most vivid experience: reading your poem Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/08/09 at 01:16 AM Terrific, Keith. So, here we stand in the middle of this new world with our primitive brain, attuned to the simple cave life, with terrific forces at our disposal, which we are clever enough to release, but whose consequences we cannot comprehend. Thanks for this. Posted by George Hoerner on 05/08/09 at 12:45 PM Very nice write. I have always loved the early cave paintings. And you bring them "up to date" very well. Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/08/09 at 03:12 PM I like the play with "primitive forms", the cave paintings then and now. You give the sense of certain constants. Thank you. Posted by Tony Whitaker on 05/14/09 at 12:22 PM Such economy of words in expressing a keen observation. Excellent. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)