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Cold front
by Keith D AllisonThe flesh bathe in the warns of the Sun
but the bones felt the coming of the winds
the breath of the new age
when the ear of the field would not fill
Will a thousand drum rolls Mark the time
for the story is written in the sky
for the creation and repeats the motions in time
shall the fullness demand
or shall small once again know great White
01/06/2010 Posted on 01/07/2010
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 01/07/10 at 01:02 PM This is a great write! I really enjoyed the several layers of interpretation that the images create -- though we can never truly know the mind of the poet, it speaks in tongues we can all understand - a universal language. Awesome job :) |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/08/10 at 07:54 PM This is a wonderful wondering, if I mat put it that way. Leave me to ponder. Thanks, this is very good. |
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