Poem - Mannah from the Muse

..after David Caspar Friedrich

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as i trudge through the winter of my years

the constant snow plagues my soul

my friends the trees mock me

bending to the storms of love

the shadow of the ruins of my life

a backdrop to my wanderings

the writings on my staff

the only sanity I feel

the skin of brail

tender in my touch

words fingered and thumbed

to the mind

mannah from the muse

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Painting by David Caspar Friedrich

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miahbell 9 years ago

So enchanting that world you speak of in transition of thought and reality.


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Drax 9 years ago from NYC.... Author

thanks a lot Miahbell for this nice comment...

I owe this poem to the painting of David Caspar Friedrich since I can almost see myself struggle with the demands of day to day life on the canvas.

The winter scene makes me think of how often poets live a life alone...Drax


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jeremyXcore 8 years ago

that was pretty amazing


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Drax 7 years ago from NYC.... Author

Hey jeremyXcore thanks very much for saying so, it always great to get encouragement and nice words since for the poet it is often always writing and existing in the alone...


shitzu 6 years ago

ya mommma


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Drax 6 years ago from NYC.... Author

Hey thanks Shitzu...


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mythbuster 6 years ago from Utopia, Oz, You Decide

Wow, the impression of struggle and oppression really stands out in the beginning here...very effective stuff, Drax.


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Drax 6 years ago from NYC.... Author

Hi Mythbuster thanks very much for the comment

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