24th April 2006.


His hands.

Zephyr crawls with a solemn crow,

Order listens to its undying sorrow.

And so, a flash of Jesus

With upon his head a crown,

Stunned to have followed.

 

Duck and dive the crow does fly,

Red sweet death in its eyes.

 

Hoping that the trails share,

The chance for him to care,

A scream of memory holds itself,

Need not forget –

How he held out his hands to us.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-04-24 at 17:30

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Blaring visuals.
I am getting to the encrypted message -
and wonder - is there one, really?
Thanks for that challenging read :_)
2006-04-26


Lourdes
This leaves a mark in me
2006-04-24


Jon Hanover
This reminds me of the Surrealist painters Salvador DalĂ­ and Max Ernst paintings on " The Last Temptation Of Saint Anthony " . You can read this as religious or you can follow along with some of the haunting, torturous imagry to reinforce the same. Great write.
2006-04-24