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Author Name: FreeRoss 3 Comments
Date Added: October 21, 2006 19:10:39 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Sounds

   


Crawling, on the planet's face. Some insects, called the human race. Lost in time, and lost in space... and in meaning.


                 Criminologist from The Rocky Horror Picture Show


 


The sounds of the ocean soothe,


No word is interchangeable here,


No man second to another,


In perfect love and perfect trust.


We see through a glass, darkly,


A face arcing larger than the silver screen


Curses nature’s endless roar.


Scarcity might determine the path


as well as a woman’s tender manner.


It all can be conjured


Unlike the missing singer of Vermeer,


And whatever else is held captive.


Know I love the magic in you


Like the drunken song of the absent sea.


 


 


 


 

Author's Notes:
Vermeer’s great work The Concert was stolen in 1990 from the Gardner in Boston the day after St. Patrick’s Day, and has not been heard from since.
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Comment By: FreeAdri on October 22, 2006 09:14:07 AM Report
Wow... That is all I can say...  I disagree, this whole poem is magic to me...  but that is of course all your poetry.  Cleverly done and brilliantly illustrated... 
Adri x

Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on October 22, 2006 05:24:08 AM Report

Very mysterious Ross, but then St Paul always was to me, but I think you are right - we can create our own transcendental realities.


 


Warm Wishes


 


David


Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on October 21, 2006 07:59:44 PM Report
This is excellent poetry! The last two lines were especially magical.

~Barbara~





 


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