Pilgrim

Member since 2002 · Posted 23 Sep 2002 · 5 comments

I walked last night to a place of flaring darkness, where bone faces, shining, turned to follow my silent steps. I walked last night in a country of the blind: all loveless textures, caught by a crude sculptor of mountains. I walked last night through the turning of a book and gained clear sight by the closeness of the words. I walked last night in a flow of frost, deep blue ice and light-fractured crystal, yet felt no fear of the cold. I walked last night with the will of others. and returned to this morning, waking immobile and grey.

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[n/a] INTRANSIT 23-Sep-02/5:47 AM Reply

A quietly powerful piece. Quite good acually. I'll leave it to others more Knowledgeable than I to "harsh your gig".8

[8] Christof 23-Sep-02/5:58 AM Reply

I like the crude sculptor of mountains.

[7] Lenore 23-Sep-02/6:33 AM Reply

I like it however I'm not crazy about the use of 'flaring'. I stumbled on that one line. over all I give it a 7/10

[9] <~> 23-Sep-02/11:18 AM Reply

i walked of my own will through the passages of this poem, smiled at your greying. Not at your weariness, but at your recognition of it, pilgrim.

[9] razorgrin 11-Oct-02/6:46 AM Reply

Now this, i like this. great imagery.