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Date Posted: 00:23:13 11/23/02 Sat
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: webcacheB12a.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.168.174
Subject: Re: Sounds
In reply to: Fenira 's message, "Sounds" on 17:55:50 11/22/02 Fri

Very good Fenira - I liked the depth of this poem and the imagery. The dialogue worked well too. Much enjoyed.

Raphaela

>SOUND
>
>
>Whispers float with the passerby leaves,
>Trembling waves in the fluctuating breeze;
>Silent sighs;
>Daylight dies;
>Turning the tides to inhabit harsh seas.
>
>There�s an earthquake in the midst across the land,
>Feet wrapped in darkness and fire in hand,
>Crackling light illuminates the sky;
>For a moment�
>A brief moment�
>An army of blank eyes.
>
>�Well,� said the officer, �do you remember those days?�
>�The days are all cloudy, the memories a haze;
>But I remember that smile, and that promising gaze�
>And the touch�
>But I mustn�t think anymore.�
>
>Sent out from the nest with a promise to fly,
>Gravity kills;
>The trembling air stills;
>Broken hopes and wings,
>As the brave warrior sings,
>�Die, fiend, die.�
>
>Echoes of drums travel over earth and sea
>And land in the heart of a waiting woman
>
>�What is that?� she asks.
>�That,� he replies,
>�is the sound of goodbye.�
>
>
>112102

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