doug bentley


Sonnet 31 - Poem by doug bentley

the oyster shell on ocean bottom lay,
hid from the nets of a thousand divers;
in obscure light hiding, in obscure bay,
the obscure pearl no entrance offers.

escape from prison was a journey in fire;
white sun blanched white burning land;
there had been no time to stock water;
twice dead men fell dead in desert sand.

they had planned their ascent in spring
and mapped path with meticulous care,
anticipating every possible thing -
the rumble of avalanche split the air.

every summit is obscured by cloud;
all paths entered by way of shroud.

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  • Silver Star - 4,107 Points Diane Hine (11/25/2013 4:03:00 AM)

    The most desirable things are often the least attainable.
    I like the diverse comparisons drawn here. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 4, 2014


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