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The Coming Light (Free verse) by poetandknowit

Now with the moon in retreat the sun can again move forward stretching light across the sadness left by the last streaks of autumn, warming the minutes of tricked time, when the late afternoons of this new winter grasp the land, hang against these mountains in the city backdrop just a little longer each day before falling to darkness.

horus8

23-Dec-02/4:44 PM

THE BONES OF WOE

Golden are the bones of woe.
Their brilliance has no place to go.
It plunges inward,
Spikes through snow.

Of weeping fathers whom we drink
And mother's milk and final stink
We can dream but cannot think
Golden bones encrust the brink.

Golden silver copper silk.
Woe is water shocked by milk
Heart attack, assassin, cancer.
Who would think these bones such dancers.

Golden are the bones of woe.
Skeleton holds skeleton.
Words of ghosts are not to know.
Ignorance is what we learn.

BY STAN RICE, SOME LAMB 1975.

p.s [by horus8] i believe this will be the third poem of his i've sent you, you still have yet to mention what you dislike technicaly, personaly, or subliminaly. and if you were to read the "subtext" a bit closer you will find the 'check mate' it was fun while it lasted though. merry christmas.m

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