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Sunday, July 25th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer
The Specter's Hand
The specter's hand held forth the flame
It hovered above his withered palm,
As he walked the darkness with eerie calm.
Again he raises his hand up high,
Seeking out the ones to blame.
The shadows moved with mocking life
Reflecting fire's cold creeping fingers,
Truth and pain in the niches lingers.
Again he raises his hand up high,
Seeking out the source of strife.
The specter turns and sighs with pain,
Looks up and down the darkness cold.
Are there any left as brave and bold?
Again he raises his hand up high,
Seeking out the broken chain.
The mists like a lover's caress touch his feet
And the freezing solitude cuts his mind
Is it so costly to be gentle and kind?
Again he raises his hand up high,
Seeking comfort but finding defeat.
The darkened cave his last retreat,
He wanders aimless and lost,
Knowing truth and what it cost.
Again he raises his hand up high,
Seeking all and finding deceit.
So far from touching soul and heart,
Both polar stances turn their back.
Preferring to argue and attack,
Again he raises his hand up high,
Seeking love, but staying apart.
The flame dies out his form does fade.
What of the specter's coward's breath,
That seeks truth in spirit death?
Again he raises his hand up high,
Seeking life but is too afraid.
© May 16, 2000 Marissa A Spencer
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Category: Poetry
3 comments
26 Jul 2004 @ 05:31 by spiritseek : poem
I was visualizing while I read the poem, I like it so much that some day I would be tempted to steal it. But I won't.
26 Jul 2004 @ 08:54 by celestial : Spiritseek,
I too,
Did as you
The poem,
like a mirror on the wall,
Speaks to one,
And speaks to all.
Marissa, your poem, like a candle, lights the caverns within the mind.
The "word" can be a sword or a scalpel.
VERY WELL DONE.
26 Jul 2004 @ 20:23 by skookum : ty very much
:-)
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