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Pilgrim (Free verse) by timfowler 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.
Up the ladder:
The Coast Is Never Clear
Down the ladder:
Living Conditions
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Posted: September 23, 2002 4:10 AM PDT; Last modified: September 23, 2002 4:10 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.7588286 Overall Rank: 1801 Comments:
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23-Sep-02/5:47 AM
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A quietly powerful piece. Quite good acually. I'll leave it to others more Knowledgeable than I to "harsh your gig".8
I like the crude sculptor of mountains.
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
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.
Now this, i like this. great imagery.
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