A Long and Somber Sigh

Fresh flecks of human bourbon spilt
..Still bright, not dull and dry—
Red spirits splashed on solemn silt
..Swift sober footsteps ply
For exit from this harried chase,
..From crystal pistol scry,
From blistered bleeding brutal race:
..A beg, a plead, a cry
For help breathes forth from silent lips,
..Sharp glance from vacant eye
Quick backward shot, while forward trips,
..Yet scrambles up to try
One last attempt, though fading fast,
..A lamp with no supply
Of oil, the Argo with no mast
..And tempest waiting by:
..A brusque and bitter bye.

10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Chagall
    Nov 17, 2013 @ 10:20:41

    Wonderful – concept and execution all. Rhythm, sound, theme – you have everything working in this one. Congrats! —–Chagall


  2. viewingcamelot
    Nov 17, 2013 @ 13:54:04

    This is wonderful, David.


  3. readinpleasure
    Nov 18, 2013 @ 11:39:12

    Wonderfully done!


  4. viewingcamelot
    Dec 04, 2013 @ 02:59:15

    Every time I read this, it just gets richer.


  5. viewingcamelot
    Dec 08, 2013 @ 22:12:53

    I got up and got ready for it! I was SO close, but the snow came quickly and thickly, so it turned out safer. Our car is basically a snowboard, so it doesn’t stop well… or slow down… or turn. 🙂 I listened to the sermon online, but I missed seeing you guys! Soon. 😀


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