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    dots Submission Name: The Silver Clouds Of Tomorrows Raindots
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    Author: HisNameIsNoMore
    ASL Info:    28 - Male - Ohio
    Elite Ratio:    3.09 - 75/182/211
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    Class/Type: Poetry/Depressed
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    dotsThe Silver Clouds Of Tomorrows Raindots
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    Melancholy, my favorite of names to describe that which haunts me, lingering voices in the cool breeze, calling.
    An imminent hope that this fabled silver lining is at the end of this encroaching storm.
    Thunder crashes, I can hear it in the distant squall.
    Yet... Fear cannot be found, through the twisting trees and the love colored petals... It reminds me.
    Reminds me that this is nothing more than the wind, an angels kiss sent with the scent of ocean brine, so far away, yet I can taste it on my lips.
    In such dark times, the world continues on making beauty come to life.

    A man can change the face of the world... Yet it takes two to make something of it.

    Hollow faces pass us by, meaning nothing to us yet somewhere deep inside you know they're loved by someone, a tear would shed if they died.
    Like the rain we all fall from grace, reaching for one another just to embrace.
    Yet when all is said and done, we come together lost at sea... Searching the horizon for that face we long to believe is looking back searching for the same thing.

    Restless... I turn at night I lay alone with nothing but emotions.
    Tragic is a word becoming more apparent with every passing moment.
    An epic solution is at hand, I just wish to clasp it once again.

    Yet I pause for a moment trying to make sense of the encroaching storm... In the order of things we live and die, this is absolute.
    My notion of a legacy has died, this is just a fiction created by fictitious minds.
    Leaving behind a child, a work of art, whichever it may be is different for each human being.
    It will, they will all return to dust.
    Blowing back the tragedies which has so sullenly become a fabled silver lining.

    I can hear the soft pattering, the scraping of a ball perhaps?
    A smile upon an innocent face, unstained by the turmoils of the world, yet stained with the strong taste of juice.
    Little did they know the perfect storm has come to take them away.

    Play child, play like today is your last day.
    Love like you've never loved before.
    Cry before it's too late... Yet you try... Nothing comes out by the sands of time, washing down the scars of your face.

    An hourglass tilted to one side, streamlining memories at a slower pace...
    Yet the happy ones seem to happen so quickly, in this state of gray.

    I can see the storm coming, that silver lining has shifted.
    It was nothing more than the suns protecting gaze...
    I guess I've given all that I have gave.





    Submitted on 2010-03-16 18:09:11     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      In Old Australian culture, they see the Rainbow Snake rearing between them and the advancing thunderstorm. It's angry about something. But also, it's the spirit of creative energy, it can be saying something like - "Don't let anything defeat you!" It was that serpent who first met the Sun, and those two then made this world out of nothing much.

    Your account of melancholy here, made me think of that Rainbow Snake symbol. I thought of it when I read the lines where "it takes two to make something of it". Then I was surprised when I read further, when you then bring in the symbol of the storm!

    A technical point: the last line of any writing is important; but your last line here is wiped out by a grammatical error in it!



    | Posted on 2010-03-16 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]


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