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On the Round Road So hand in hand, past the sleeping houses, fields, the woods with their greens eyes, their haunted limbs and scattered majesties, past men’s sanction, past the cherubim, in earshot of the fading vows of God – to what follows hard, made softer by your hand, we make our way. Our context fire, both past and future, though our quintessence dust. Something moves through us, nudging desire, thought, which has its own itinerary, which leaves us naked, lost, finally dead. But now we flirt on edges, peeking down. This life before is worth the leap, the rise is worth the fall - believe that, now, and never look ahead . . .. Far worse than us are coming. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2012-12-29 13:55:53
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
I am not sure how to peg this poem. Is it a sad we all a doomed poem or a uplifting piece. The sad part would be the closing lines. The uplifting part would be "the rise is worth the fall" fantastic.
Sad or Happy this is a well worded work