Cry out to the one who walks ancient roads
those funeral trails built to honor the sky
A sun setting blood-red into shadow
casts the twilight of this place already lost to time
whose dead still captivate the living
rushing toward some facsimile of redemption
ephemeral as mist over morning fields
A river once ran through this land
out to a place of many waters, now dry
and still some phantoms wait there for rain
as dust-winds scour the final remnant
Ever falls the twilight of the blood-red sun
over this weeping land
and tomorrow one will wake who remembers
far back to the scarlet zenith
when a river flowed through this place
out across the lands that touch the sky
away to a land of many waters
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Been trying to decide who my choice would be if I could have a conversation with anyone, living or dead. Thoughts?
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Image by Reimund Bertrams from Pixabay
4 responses to “This Weeping Land”
Emily Dickinson and/or Edgar Allen Poe– just to see how their personalities influenced their “pen.” Nice verse, Mitchel.
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Thank you! And great answers. I wonder if Edgar Allen Poe would be as intense in conversation as he is in writing…
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Could be opium-influenced– but still interesting.
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Hah, I hadn’t thought of that, but probably true!
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