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Unknown Journey
In the misty morning I walk
Dispelling the damp shadows
My steps echo off brain textured brick
While ghosts of past children drip from the moss
And slip their white fingers into the folds of my coat
Seeking the warmth of my fever
My thoughts run before me
Warding off jesters and fools
Disguised as juggling ruminations and random decisiveness
While my memories scream in agony
As they are dragged behind me
Across the graveled barrows path
While I debate whether this is an attempt at escape
Or a blind stumble into surrender
As I labor to ignore the vision through the broken fog
Of an open door as I pass
Where I witness a florist inhaling live roses from one hand
While a cat eats a dead rat from his other
O cover me cloud
Weave a bough above me Oak tree
And conceal me awhile longer
Upon this unknown journey
Because surely Sol will show his face soon
And point the way for the hand of fate
To place upon my brow
The helm of his choosing
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Cyndi. I appreciate the kind words
This is so beautifully and darkly composed. I felt transported to the scene with your very descriptive words. Excellent writing. Take care
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Thanks for stopping by Philly!
Sounds like a very traumatic experience.
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Thank you very much Mike.
A great poem, Wayne that I really enjoyed reading.
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Well, and a 'how do you do' to you too! : ) Thank you very much, Clark for the kind words. I have seen your name and your picture floating around and have finally been able to lock in on you...and now I think I will be enjoying another range and variety of wonderful hub writing.
Well met!
You, Sir, are my Major Discovery of Recent Life! This poem shows an exceptional touch, a rare sense of connectivity, a deft--almost invisible--transference of relevance from one object/experience/idea to another. I hope you can manipulate all the nonsense in your life--earning a living, living up to parental obligations, you know, all that stuff--and make poetry more than a "hobby". The art would be the better for it. Thank you.
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Thank you very much Darryl.
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Thank you very much Deb.
Chillingly enjoyable :-)
Wayne, have you ever captured the essence of life vs. death. Love it.
LOL = ) I won't tell
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Thank you Shanmarie. I'm glad you appreciated it.
The imagery you create.. . of the children, the moss, the open door, and the oak. . .I really don't have the words to express much about it right now.
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Thank you baby girl. Of course I'm biased, but your comments mean more to me than anyone's. (Just don't tell Erika I said that ) : )
What can I say that hasn't already been typed by all of the above? Like a dreamworld... Dad I just can't say enough how much I admire your wonderful way with words
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Vincent, my brother in arms, thank you very much for your sincere kindness. I am always appreciative to see you because I know where you have come from. To know that someone else can really relate to your expression is a comfort and an inspiration. Continue the journey my friend!
Nicely written with choice words only a true poet can conjure from his/her Muse. I see you've captured your audience? and so you should. You my poet have the gift. Keep writing, they will follow, they will read and they will be mesmerized by your work.Peace and blessings I send to you this day.
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Alur, thank you for the visit and for the kind words.
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Thank you Kim
Thoroughly impressed. I often too hide in solace of nature, avoid the ghosts of the past: "While ghosts of past children drip from the moss"-only because I am not quite ready for harsh reality. Lovely to read and haunting because it brings much pain from my perspective...
You're welcome to read/rate my versatile hubs as well!
Poetic Masterpiece.
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Thank you Audrey!
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Thank you LaThing. You are too nice!
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Thank you very much Vellur.
Such a strong write Wayne!
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Dear Eddy, thank you so much!
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Rasma, thank you for stopping by and for sharing on FB!!
Fascinating! I felt like I was there in that alleyway.... My memory dragging behind me! Very vivid picture of being hunted by life itself.....
You are an incredible poet, Wayne!
Voting up and thanks for sharing!
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Savvy:
Sir Colin:
Theresa:
thank you all very much for your kind comments. Have a great Memorial Day.
Great write, vivid and crystal clear visions projected by your poem. Voted up.
A wonderful and clever poem which says so mch about its talented composer.
Here's to so many more hubs for us both to share on here.
Eddy.
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Jim:
Sha:
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Cat:
Thank you all very much. Your visits are always special to me. Write on!
Voted up and awesome. This was incredible. Great imagery. Passing this on.
Glad I discovered your work Wayne. Strong and compelling poem with some amazing and unusual images and metaphors. I like it a lot. I look forward to reading more in the future.
Awesome words here Mr. B - you are a poetic maestro of the highest world class standards - and by the way who is that handsome dude in your new profile picture - off to night shift work now and yes I walk among the dead there in our underground crypt, no kidding
Count Colin at lake erie time 9:10pm
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Thank you very much Valleypoet.
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Thank you Senoritaa!
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Thank you Frank...appreciate the visit.
What an utterly compelling piece of prose; so masterfully pieced together. Honestly, your work is great. My favorite lines:
Warding off jesters and fools
Disguised as juggling ruminations and random decisiveness
Up & awesome and beautiful!
Beautiful Wayne! I felt like I was walking with you, what a vulnerable walk! 'Weave a bough above me Oak tree, and conceal me awhile longer'; this was extremely touching and even sorrowful. Beautifully done and impressive as always Wayne!
Cat
WOW This is so strong,beautiful and well-penned.I like the lines :
As I labor to ignore the vision through the broken fog
Of an open door as I pass
Where I witness a florist inhaling live roses from one hand
While a cat eats a dead rat from his other
Really great imagery .It can be interpreted in many ways and the whole poem as well.Voted up.
Wow, this is deep! I certainly hope it's a dream or an idea for a book!
Some wonderfully original images here Wayne, like the one Frank cited, and more. The fog is a presence and a metaphor as well.
Haunting, atmospheric and mysterious....wonderfully crafted, it is a real treat this one Wayne:-))
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Suzette, thank you very much!
The choice of words is simply marvelous!
this was amazing wayne barrett and I love this verse..I mean really love it: While ghosts of past children drip from the moss... So chilling and haunting
This is incredible Wayne. Your chosen words are priceless and the images you create especially of the children's fingers clasping on to the coat edge are wonderful. Voted up and shared!
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Thank you Faith. I appreciate the kind words and the share!
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I appreciate the compliment Jennifer.
Stunningly beautiful, beyond any words I can come up with! You are amazing!
Very profound write
Voted up ++++ and sharing (will return to share, as buttons are not showing up at the moment)
God bless, Faith Reaper
"Ghost's of past children drip off the moss"
Unbelievable! I am in awe of how you put words together!
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