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The Oar
The wind and I
shall breathe as one
where gilded river
graces sun
and rowers dream
of races won
then pull the blade
for home
No nightingale
shall trill a tune
to challenge silence
carved in runes
past dashing rock
with statue hewn
by ghostly voices
dumb
Then pull the blade
dig deep
and true
though sufferings
devour you
and do not rest
to court the blue
until your race is run
shall breathe as one
where gilded river
graces sun
and rowers dream
of races won
then pull the blade
for home
No nightingale
shall trill a tune
to challenge silence
carved in runes
past dashing rock
with statue hewn
by ghostly voices
dumb
Then pull the blade
dig deep
and true
though sufferings
devour you
and do not rest
to court the blue
until your race is run
Published 30th Oct 2011
| Edited 31st Oct 2011
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30th Oct 2011 10:08am
This was so beautiful and a strange mix of driving and serene. Inspiring for whatever task one should undertake. As I was reading this I was imagining hearing it read aloud by a professor as part of a curriculum. Lovely. Listed.
30th Oct 2011 11:26am
That's heavy praise indeed Pierre & your kind comment matches the feel of the poem perfectly.
I appreciate it a great deal.
~ Abra(professor gravitas)Cadabra
30th Oct 2011 5:16pm
It should also be noted that I have a fondness for the uses of the absolute 'The' in the title, something that I do quite frequently myself.
30th Oct 2011 7:07pm
Anonymous
31st Oct 2011 2:41pm
I agree with Pierre. This reads like a classic poem, perhaps by Yeats or one of the great Romantics, which might be studied by high school or even university students. The rhyme is precise and exquisite. Thanks for the read, Abra.
I can hear the authoritative tone of Yeats reciting this alright, but I would have liked to have captured something more here. I feel I was close to the essence of an important write. They always come when you least expect them, don't they. I glimpsed it, but felt it slip away and was left only with a rather simple message in the end. Perhaps the best messages are always simple.
Appreciate your feedback, Jack.
Appreciate your feedback, Jack.
13th Nov 2016 3:42pm
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