This Poem was Submitted By: James C. Horak On Date: 2015-02-10 10:23:07 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The Wind

Voice from within, motion                   from stillness Murderer of destiny, brazen                  to the touch Copy me the future, before                  everything turns to dust

Copyright © February 2015 James C. Horak

Additional Notes:
Bleak as this my seem, it is according to a pattern all civilizations suffer in decline. JCH

This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2015-02-20 07:08:17
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
James, Love this short lyric, my friend, and especially the assonant rhyme of "touch" and "dust." Wonderful. Very Shelleyesque, and PB would love it, not only for style but content. MSS

This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2015-02-18 20:04:04
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
This maybe a short poem but it bestows much. Like a poetic last breath uttered by poet to the wind
This Poem was Critiqued By: Marcia L McCaslin On Date: 2015-02-10 11:23:40
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James I would call this poem anything but bleak! “Copy me the future?” Reminds me of one of my favorite Christian evangelists, a physicist, Chuck Missler, who says it is clear to him that we are living in a digital universe. This line ‘smacks’ of that. That being said, I would like to know more about the pattern of civilizations in decline. Would you be so kind as to explain that to me. Every line veils a larger, metaphysical truth—but copy me the future wins the day for me. Marcia
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