love the image of rusty hell's gate hinges, and the blackness (perhaps of
old blood) trickling.
very deep, could be that when we lose our innocence (or make mistakes) we
forget about it and learn nothing from it, the opportunity for learning is
lost and fades - I'll go with that thought
great anti-war poem to join the thousands written in last few weeks
cheers
tony
ps couple of typos - fall/full, cast/casts ?
----- Original Message -----
From: "D.C Bursey" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Sunday, February 09, 2003 3:31 AM
Subject: Well of souls too full
> A fall moon wears a
> foreboding ring and
> cast a light upon the rim
> of a pool perfectly round.
>
> Reflections lost within.
>
> A pool of liquid souls
> deep from war and hate,
> blackness trickles down
> to rust the hinges on,
>
> Hell's rusty gate.
>
> The juniper stands ready
> under a mountain's shade
> to catch the lost innocence
> before they sink and fade.
>
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