First to Arrive

On the coast battered and bruised

we stand and search for distant visions

knowing we are not the first to arrive

The song we lost comes to us again

on wind out of the east

and we flee from it into new longing

with a hope to outrun the dead

Only new ghosts wait ahead with open arms

in palace halls we’ve not yet built

upon hilltops that once were burial mounds

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Published by Mitchel David Ring

marialberg April 7, 20219:17 am Reply

I enjoyed “we flee from it into new longing.” Very nice.

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1. Mitchel David Ring April 7, 20214:30 pm Reply
  
  Thank you! Cheers (:
  
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T.J.S. Sherman April 7, 202112:32 pm Reply

I’m not sure where you’re located, but this poem reminded me of the Pacific North West.

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1. Mitchel David Ring April 7, 20214:31 pm Reply
  
  I’m in Colorado now, but I was born and raised in the PNW! So I suppose that makes sense (: cheers!
  
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schoolofblue April 10, 20219:20 am Reply

Superb, man … ‘Only new ghosts wait ahead with open arms/ in palace halls we’ve not yet built …’.

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1. Mitchel David Ring April 11, 202111:08 pm Reply
  
  Thanks so much! cheers (:
  
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Lia April 12, 202111:35 pm Reply

Your reading voice is beautiful!!!

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1. Mitchel David Ring April 16, 202112:25 am Reply
  
  Thanks so much! I was kind of self conscious about my voice as a kid, so that really means a lot (:
  
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  1. Lia April 16, 20219:03 am
    
    It’s honestly perfect. It makes the poems amazing, and we get to hear the soul in them. :))
    
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  2. Mitchel David Ring April 16, 202111:22 pm
    
    Well, thank you (: I will keep em coming! Cheers
    
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