15.5.11

The Ferry-option two (One shoot Sunday)

Scarred
no longer fit to carry death
Waves of torment beat heavy on the chest

Take the broken oar
tie rope into the sand
Greet the pale gray sky
From Heaven I am banned

Wander
soul no longer fit
to push upon Satan's tears
or cart sinners to their land
Posted by wanderer above the mist at 15.5.11

6 comments:

  1. dustusMay 15, 2011 at 11:41 AM

    Love your poem. Especially the line "to push upon Satan's tears." What a way to look at the water! Great challenge response.

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  2. MontyMay 15, 2011 at 1:42 PM

    echoing adam's favorite line. and powerful piece, kelly

    Monty / bummy

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  3. ayalaMay 15, 2011 at 3:39 PM

    Love the feel of this!

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  4. Brian MillerMay 15, 2011 at 4:15 PM

    until all things are made new...some lovely beat and imagery here...

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  5. wanderer above the mistMay 16, 2011 at 10:42 PM

    Thanks :)

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  6. AnonymousMay 19, 2011 at 5:44 AM

    divine ...

    well done.


    check out short story slam today. hope to see your participation.

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