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THE DYING EMBER

The Dying Ember.

For whom now do the golden rays,
Of daybreak light our land?
Rekindling memories of yesterday,
When we freely roamed the sand.
For who now stands and greets the sun,
With song and prayer aloud?
And stays so still until he’s done,
His listening fathers proud.

And to whom now does the west wind talk,
As he sweeps across the plain?
Where long ago, we used to walk,
But never will again.
For who now has the mind to hear,
His haunting whispered tone?
As it echoes empty through the years,
Forever now alone.

And for whom now does the eagle cry,
If surely not for us?
Whose flesh and bones now loosely lie,
Beneath the arid dust.
For who now lifts his head and sees,
His timeless soaring flight?
Majestic on a summer breeze,
Or through a moon-lit night.

And for whom now do the buffalo graze,
Upon the prairie grass?
Like ghosts appearing through the haze,
Spectres from the past.
For who now joins the chase and fires,
Arrows at their ranks?
And on taking all that he desires,
Will give their spirits thanks.

And for whom now do the mountains guard,
This ancient land of ours?
Whose rocky heights, so cold and hard,
Were once so full of power.
For who now’ll climb the scared hills,
And breathe the mystic air?
And with arms up stretched, and standing still,
Will chant one final prayer.

And for whom now is our history,
Our legends and our ways,
The magic and the mystery,
Kept alive today?
For who now will remember,
His lost forgotten brother,
And will grieve the dying ember,
Like a child will grieve his mother.
D.T.Varnom

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FsWowshQLkrTQAwAGreat suggestions. Wish more portey editors followed them. Increasingly, it seems, many editors of portey journals act as if they are doing poets a favor by existing. Their pomposity and rudeness can be overbearing at times. I NEVER send to a publication that charges to read a writer's work. I realize it may be financially difficult to produce a journal, but I think charging to consider a writer's work is to ignore the fact that most writers cannot live from their work and few are independently wealthy. I also have a few other ideas about what makes a good editor. One of these is not simply accepting work because the person submitting is a friend. In the 1960s I founded and co-edited a bilingual literary journal called EL CORNO EMPLUMADO / THE PLUMED HORN. It published punctually every three months for more than eight years. My goal was to put out what I considered the most exciting work I could. People were often astonished when I didn't accept poems from a friend simply because he/she was a friend. The journal's overall offering was sacred to me. I wanted it to be the best it could be. When I go back and reread those old issues, I no longer like all the work. But I still have the sense that we were producing the very best journal possible at the time.HsiJCuil5/18/2012 8:50:12 PM
Rita Singhjst pure and sublime..regards and love rita singhIndia3/26/2012 8:43:57 AM
Dowell ObaThis poem is just so amazing and engaging. A worthy congratulations to you, Dave!Nigeria3/20/2012 11:47:24 PM
Marcia SchechingerCongratulations Dave, a stirring poem reminding us all of the our history, the individuals and the changes that made the earth such a beautiful place to live. USA3/8/2012 8:35:49 PM
Komila Arnejawow.....its amazing.....thanx for sharing..and congoIndia2/25/2012 11:42:23 AM
Susanne RowellVery, very good! Congrats Dave.Germany2/23/2012 10:40:36 AM
JJDave, that is amazing!USA2/21/2012 10:42:11 PM
John AbahWell well doneNigeria2/21/2012 4:30:27 PM
Jacinta RamayahA worthy winner! Congratulations, Dave. You took us on a journey back in time to share with us the majestic splendor of the land you love. The 'dying embers' will be rekindled with people like you around.Malaysia2/21/2012 12:36:36 AM
Mukeshkumar RavalDave,Heartly congratulations on wining the first prize.You are wonderful dear in depicting the agony of your heart through the means of golden Rays,west wind, eagle,buffalo ,mountains,our history,our legends , our ways,the magic and the mystery.Really after a long time i come across some eaningful stuff.keep it on. Thanks for sharing. India2/20/2012 11:01:22 PM
Thelma ZaracostasDave Congratulations once again on your first place in the competitonAustralia2/20/2012 6:19:17 AM
Dale CostelloWell done Dave, a poem worthy of its accolades: moving, wistful, majestic. Cheers mate, Dale.Australia2/19/2012 9:33:29 PM
Linda Bates TerrellCongratulations Dave, a well deserved win. USA2/19/2012 8:23:05 PM
Gail KayCONGRATULATIONS Dave on this wonderful poem. A deserving winner among many great poems. Australia2/19/2012 7:23:06 PM
Nancy CrosslandDave- Congratulations and well deserved! A superior verse with such emotion and substance. I found it very moving and expertly written. Sending best wishes to keep excelling in your talented manner.USA2/19/2012 7:01:25 PM
Edwin JepsonHI Dave ,Brilliant, Congratulations on your 3 stars , Best Wishes, Edwin,UK2/19/2012 4:46:32 PM
shane richardsgood poem. well doneUK2/19/2012 4:27:09 PM
Dwayne RankinDave, certainly one of the best pieces of poetry that I have read. A well deserved first place with this one indeed. Congratulation.. It is so well written, with great rhythm and rhyming that it help me spellbound throughout the whole thing. Once again congratulation.USA2/19/2012 3:28:17 PM
thelmaDelighful congraulations on your thee stars!2/19/2012 2:54:06 PM
VoicesNet NewsGreat one - congrats!!!!!USA2/19/2012 12:19:06 PM
Dale what beautiful balance there is in your poetry, I felt as though you were a story teller of old reciting this poem at Stonhenge. Lovely Jannine1/29/2012 9:24:11 AM
 



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