<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=581426" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Upon the Arid Lakes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Someplace<br>A field of flowers <br>Rousing under remnants of the dawn: <br>Out there! from death, I rose <br>Above the silent many –<br>A distant will-o'-the-wisp<br>Reflecting under airs of minor ninths – <br>How rich the ambience they threw! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What theme of prosody <br>Had rendered me? –<br>Tho’ silent were its words: <br>A broken soul in pulsing pain – <br>Thou mustn’t guess what goes behind <br>The sick and ghostly screen of war! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In sallow-grey and other ashen hues, <br>Disrobed of warming flesh <br>That reassures the bones, <br>A twisted pose <br>Portrayed my physicality – <br>Not unlike the carcass of a prey; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But as a cloud of thought, I mused, <br>Exacerbating woes<br>Collected in a life dispatched <br>In freely flowing blood, <br>Conferring crimson shades<br>Upon the arid lakes aflood<br>With glorious tides of nascent buds<br>Begetting innocence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as we glowed in ruddy shades, <br>I asked: ‘What future lies ahead? <br>What terror trades? ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">war war war war war war war war<br>war war war war war war war war<br>war war war war war war war war<br>war war war war war war war war<br>war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war<br>war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war<br>war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war<br>war war war war war war war war war war war war war war war</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+R+Slaughter">Mark R Slaughter</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=581426" data-title="Upon the Arid Lakes de Mark R Slaughter" data-description="Someplace A field of flowers Rousing under remnants of the dawn: Out there! from death, I rose Above the silent many – A distant will-o'-the-wisp Reflecting under airs of minor ninths – How rich the ambience they threw! What theme of pro..."></div> </div> </div>

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