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End of ambition

FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
edited December 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I meet a beggar on a road as beggars often will.
He spouts out tales as tall and broad as blankness on a hill.
Eagles skying, circling, spin like poison in a glass.
The beggar has a kindly grin. He will not let me pass.
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  • grooveamaticgrooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    very nice as usual finns..although "blankness on a hill" has me puzzled.

    quite nice short poem, though.
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Ah, blankness on a hill. Stone grey barren blank nothingness. Bleak sparse brute jawed faceless craggy nilness. Blankness on a hill. As big and blank and void as a lie.
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    I understand this poem.....
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • casper leblanccasper leblanc Posts: 1,246
    Four lines of subcutaneous damnation, four hair-raising lines.

    Did I mention there were only FOUR?
  • grooveamaticgrooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    Ah, blankness on a hill. Stone grey barren blank nothingness. Bleak sparse brute jawed faceless craggy nilness. Blankness on a hill. As big and blank and void as a lie.

    I do quite like the word nilness. I don't think I've ever even thought that word.
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I made that one up. Thanks for reading.
  • EvilToasterElfEvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
    Wander across England for a while and blankness on a hill will be immediately understood, but most American northeasterners think of it not as blankness, but so filled with lush color that to call it barren a sobering reminder that what is beautiful, no matter how striking, will often grow tired and gray the longer you are around it
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