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4/21/2011 6:38:57 PM
The Storm	Visual imagery passes, in translucent azure. A redolent toxin, straight from the waters of this earth. Rhythmic, yet silent, in the burden it bares. For the brilliant flushed blue we see in the air. Soft sculptures engraved for only seconds. Weakening, strengthening, breaking off in sections. Bright twinkling flashes, tearing the sky in two. Crashing melodies through and through. Whistling sporadicly in pitch and tone. Imagery moving to dark sculptured cones. Thrashing, swirling, grasping the land. Mother nature held us in her destructive hand.
4/21/2011 6:47:42 PM
Old Man	An unsociable, ill bred, unrefined man. And his captious, callous, long-suffering, old spirit. Cadaverous and frail amidst the morning walk of thier land. Wheezing from the years of cylinder embers burnt in hand. His quivering digits, gesturing openly to his coat pocket. As he stops to gaze and take in, the wide open grand. He pulls out a letter, kept in form by a dark green signet. And now slowly he begins to unroll the leaflet. Replaced by the paper now, are the open fields. His hazel brown eyes, entranced by the letter held so dear. Its now captured him, as a poem hes revealed, and his face remarks a wound unhealed. Brother, have i done wrong? Am i supposed to feel strong? Your pendulum stopped by my own hands. Brother have i done wrong? Am i supposed to feel strong? For now im alone, to wander these lands. Brother, have i done wrong? The brightness of the grand now lyes on the mans eyes. Clouded, blurry, teard up sky, a floating feeling of lost goodbyes. Now tendered from emotion, there he stood. To live in the day his brother died. edited by Kevin Watmough on 4/27/2011
4/27/2011 12:56:43 PM
Old Man	The letter is a poem the old man had written, after he ended his brothers life. And on marking the anniversary of his brothers death the old man reads the poem, and once again he has to relive the tragedy of taking the life of his brother. I hope that clears some of the confusion you have about my poem. Thanks for the reply, it is much appreciated. edited by Kevin Watmough on 4/27/2011
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