Rebekah Gamble Poems
|44.||Zoroastrian Death Rights||7/23/2008|
|45.||As I Am: Ruins||7/27/2008|
|47.||The Act Of Writing Poetry||8/3/2008|
|48.||The Diffrence Between Us||8/3/2008|
|52.||The Hardest Choice||10/14/2007|
|54.||Night-Time In The Valley||8/3/2008|
|56.||For My Apollo||10/14/2007|
|57.||Sitting Nude By The Fire||8/3/2008|
|59.||Dear Reader, I Am Not Insane||8/3/2008|
|62.||The Underside Of Eyelids||6/11/2008|
|65.||It Rains In Me||1/1/2008|
|67.||I Gave Away The Sun||6/27/2008|
|69.||A Stone Named Want||9/9/2006|
|70.||A City Song||11/29/2006|
|71.||A Solitary Walk||2/23/2008|
A Solitary Walk
I walked the shore one lonesome night;
a shore so far from your embrace.
I heard the waves lap at the shore
and heard the voice of the sweetly singing sea.
How dark it was; as my world always is
when you are not near to me.
What narrow beam of hallowed light
shown forth from the silent moon!
It comforted me in my despairing solitude
as I knew you may have been looking
at that self-same sky, that self-same moon.
How ancient her comfort is!
How ancient the concept of parted lovers!
I left but a single set
of impressions in the sand,
They were raped, burned,
babies were used as targets for guns,
mothers were murdered in front
babies were cut out of pregnant women-
but how would hurting
for the unchangeable past