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Oct 5 2006, 12:49 AM
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Advanced Member ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 100 Joined: 10-September 06 From: Dreaming in the Sands of Time Member No.: 29,739 |
A poem I've gotten very good reviews out of. You'd NEVER guess the origin, though. And since I won't double post, at least SOMEONE'S got to make a QUALITY comment/critism before I'll tell! VEG
The Piper Darkness falls, the cannons crash, The sky is filled with their thundering flash. A war is raging - in the middle, I'm caught. Fighting for peace, the utmost sought. The story I tell is strange indeed, The story of a Piper, piping on his reed. The music is monsterous, sweet as summer's day. Beautiful, mindbending, and terrible in every way. For that same music killed many a rat, ___and many a child as well. And that same music tempted me ___into this living hell. So now I fight unseen foes Following the Piper, wherever he goes. I saw that Piper long ago A strange, black figure, he carted in tow. I see him again, but he's not alone; Following him are men, not of flesh and bone. I feel the bullet hard, I fear the end is near, And all I hear is music playing in my ear. Goodbye, sweet life, you've been good to me, ___but now I know I'm gone. Following forever the Piper piping ___his sweet, sad song. - Mary-Melissa Wilzewski |
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Oct 5 2006, 06:59 AM
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Premium Member ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 195 Joined: 28-September 06 Member No.: 30,705 |
I like it very much. Where did it come from and how do you get you ideas i iwsh i could write as good as you very well done. Im impressed by the detail and how it flows. If you know what i mean.
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Oct 7 2006, 12:21 AM
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Advanced Member ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 100 Joined: 10-September 06 From: Dreaming in the Sands of Time Member No.: 29,739 |
*laughs*
Honestly, the poem was originally written as a literal retelling of events from Rilla of Ingleside, the last book of the Anne of Green Gables series. Basically, one of Anne's sons wrote a poem called "The Piper", goes to fight in WWI, and dies. The poem itself was never written in the book, so I decided to do my own version. I wrote this when I was 14. I'm amazed at what I find in it now. Sometimes I feel like I didn't really "write" it, I was just the channel from which it came. Particularly when you look at the rhythm; I'm not very good at rhythm since. LOL Most of my best stuff I always wonder if I should take credit for; they seem to just "happen". At least I don't feel so selfish for liking them afterwards. ^-^ |
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