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The soft wind of time
by Keith D AllisonElegance of the bouquet the sweetness of the tart bristly move to tongue
A piece of bone a bit of hair it made me laugh it brought me to tears
a piece of world so far away, it's still drifts through the mind from day to day
the loveliness twisted pull by the dark force in the universe
aloneness follows an empty wind in the western sunset… again
no kiss to warm the lips no words for the tyranny of the soul
a life that was linked to the wayward wind that never learned to breathe
a steel stake driven into the chest to fill the years
yet it still the drumbeat moves the air longing for the honey
the jar empty
the box of pine longs for the Earth
08/20/2009 Posted on 08/21/2009
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 08/21/09 at 05:58 AM "a life that was linked to the wayward wind that never learned to breathe" -- My favorite line in this poem, and that I've read today. I read this through twice, one time reading it as though the wind were the one that never learned to breathe, and once as though it were the life. I found that I got a different story from each interpretation, and I think that makes this awesome. :-) |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/21/09 at 11:48 AM Very nice write Keith. Aloneness seems to be a part of the human condition, even at times when we ae together. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/21/09 at 09:36 PM Quite thought provoking, Keith. Seems to me, oo work of love can ever flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, and so too, no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now. Living in the now may be painful, but it is a feeling by which peace will be the true confessor, confidant. |
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