Of Dark and Light | ||
| March 28, 1999 | Stephen Ward | |||
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I speak of transcendental things,
Of ether bells and angel wings, Of cloud on high and gentle breeze, Which ever puts my heart at ease. Those things which seem so pleasant, though, Are fraught with shadows to their glow. For every dawn the sun shall set, And carefree life ends in regret. So as you see, in the great scheme Writer’s Review: It seems like so long ago that I wrote this one. Strange how much someone’s poetic style can change in such a short time, isn’t it? To be quite honest, I have no idea where the inspiration for this poem came from. As for the message, please refer to my comment in “The Mirror Man” about leaving it up to the reader. I’ve always thought a poem speaks differently to everyone that reads it, although mine tend to have a pretty clear meaning. I guess I may be eccentric, but not to such an extent as the true poetic greats. | ||||
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On January 6, 2006, Cynthia Cochran wrote the following comment: I dont agree with what you said on the page before this one. Ya kno, when you said that I didnt get online just to come look at this site. actually, I did. I did find it be accident one time. Um, I believe I searched for “Boredom Cures” in my 5th period class and played games on this site. Then I found your rants, and then that lead to your poetry section. So, I pretty much view this site everyday b/c its awesome! Oh, by the way, I really like the poem above. ~Cynthia | ||