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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Mitchel David Ring 
10 responses to “First to Arrive”
I enjoyed “we flee from it into new longing.” Very nice.
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Thank you! Cheers (:
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I’m not sure where you’re located, but this poem reminded me of the Pacific North West.
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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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Superb, man … ‘Only new ghosts wait ahead with open arms/ in palace halls we’ve not yet built …’.
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Thanks so much! cheers (:
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Your reading voice is beautiful!!!
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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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It’s honestly perfect. It makes the poems amazing, and we get to hear the soul in them. :))
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Well, thank you (: I will keep em coming! Cheers
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