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The Widest Scope.
By TheProphetUntold
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Father from father,
Spoken through fire and smoke,
many tales I know.
Taller than the tallest oak,
wiser than the eldest folk.
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Mother from mother,
Blood from blood, bone from bone,
aeons' fields be sown.
Deeper than the darkest tone,
wider than the widest scope.
Ashes to ashes.
to what ends we go.
Colder than the coldest cold,
feeless as stillborn hope.
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Copyright 2017 TheProphetUntold
Published on Monday, January 11, 2021.
Filed under:
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On Sunday, March 5, 2017, Jerry stiles
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wrote:
Great write poet,,"still born hope"..priceless,,
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On Sunday, February 26, 2017, Purposelessness
(150) wrote:
Great and dark, brought to an abrupt and cold end. Very nicely done.
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A former member wrote:
I really enjoyed this, it flowed very elegantly.
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On Tuesday, February 21, 2017, out there
(188) wrote:
i enjoyed this it flows really well..
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A former member wrote:
I can definitely see why you are one of the best poets around here. The emotions that this brought forth are very hard to articulate. Nice job, sir! Reb:).
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A former member wrote:
No one conjures shadows and lore as well as you do, Prophet. Thank you, poet.
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On Monday, February 20, 2017, lupus tenebrae
(872) wrote:
The minimal nature of the tanka definitely lends well to the context, and there's always this sense of timelessness I admire in your work, ancient truths enduring. I' always impressed to see just what my fellow poets can fashion from a block.
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