Pagan Thoughts (standard:poetry, 156 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Aug 04 2001	Views/Reads: 3563/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The conscious mind in conflict with reality.

~Pagan Thoughts~ 

I shouted my name through the valley, 

but there was no answer. 

My name died on my lips. 

No stone would consecrate it. 

. 

The grass parted no more. 

Birds flew where I had been. 

Little children vanquished my footprints. 

Invisible to the world of matter, 

I went into the wind, 

but made no rustle among the leaves. 

. 

Listen, heart of ebony, 

what is it that truly matters? 

Our reach is infinite, 

yet contains nothing: 

A few flowers dying in a vase. 

A book or two. 

Stills of a vanished life stuffed in a shoebox. 

A tea ring left upon a polished table, 

reflecting the blinks of sunlight 

through slatted shades. 

. 

A door opens somewhere; 

footfalls on a hardwood floor; 

a radio -- distant murmurs; 

a cool sheet drawn upon a head; 

the buzz of a fly that drifts away; 

whisperings of this or that; 

a closing door, 

then nothing more. 

~Will 


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