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The Empty Bottle

A summer flood upon the desert, rolling the arroyos like a nostrum for the seeds that cling in desperation to that long forgotten ghost life that the animals once knew, and know once more until the filtering sand grows brutal in its thirst, and once again the brooding cloud is mother only to the sea. What then? Always, the cycle born anew amid lush visions of a paradise, (Did not the laughter echo in those jaded hearts?) brown bottles carried home to prize and treasure as their secret miracles allay our hopelessness. What then? All the packaged gods we bought, those neat and tidy little wars with child-proof caps preserve our just complacency. White marble crypts and solemn rites make glorious the sealed boxes covered by the gonfalon. The anthem swells a thousand chests before the game, a thousand chills beneath the rostrum of the damned. What then? Nostrums all, to serve us well, excusing time for re-directed splendor. All the gods enshrined until the twilight creeps across, revealing only pride, the fall, the bottle empty...dry. What then? ~

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 7/19/2012 10:18:00 AM
Interesting write. By the way, are you related to the late Allen Ludden of Password fame?
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Robert Ludden
Date: 7/19/2012 10:35:00 AM
Thank you. Don't think so. Allen was an adopted Ludden. But as to the Luddens, one family historian says all of us are descendants of a Pilgrim by the name of James Luddam, And, of course if one goes back far enough, you and I are related, too! :-)
Date: 7/14/2012 7:35:00 PM
BOOM...a new Universe? very thoughtfull, loved it, I suppose if it mattered NOT what was? It matters not what THEN? Light & Love [you know I loved the vocab]
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Robert Ludden
Date: 7/14/2012 10:23:00 PM
Thank you, Debbie
Date: 7/14/2012 6:32:00 PM
re my pyrotechnic poem - it was written specifically for an abc contest where we had to describe an abstract picture we were given; without seeing the picture it probably doesn't mean much or make much of a connection...I glean from your remarks that you like to see a lot of commentary within a poem - I don't! I'm primarily a descriptive writer, it's rare that I interject with personal opinion or deliver a 'message' in my poetry, preferring to just allow the scene to unfold and let the reader draw his/her own conclusions...many of my poems here on the soup I regard merely as exercises in exploring different forms as I'm a natural free verser at heart :-) I'm here primarily for a bit of fun, a bit of light relief from life, which is why I get away with what I do lol :-)
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Date: 7/14/2012 6:21:00 PM
well, I don't profess to understand all of this poem, multiple layers to it, but it's very well written :-) I wrote one about desert plants known as living stones...I KNOW who you remind me of - the poet grevel lindop - you have a similar writing style, you would love his book 'playing with fire'...
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Robert Ludden
Date: 7/14/2012 10:24:00 PM
Thanks
Date: 7/14/2012 9:45:00 AM
Robert I love this journey through arid desert and life..David
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Robert Ludden
Date: 7/14/2012 10:06:00 AM
Thank you very much