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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Soul (07/13/06)

TITLE: The Forgotten
By Kenn Allan
07/20/06


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The marble headstone guides my path,
Through freshly-shoveled earth,
A grim reminder of my name,
And days allowed since birth.

I rise above the icy stone,
In phantom shades of white;
Encircled by unearthly mists,
I cry into the night ...

"Who forgot to call my name?
Please make your presence known;
I do not wish to linger here,
Afraid and all alone."


The thunder rumbles east to west,
In lieu of a reply,
And clouds blot out my final hope,
Held captive in the sky.

Straining upward through the storm,
With dark unblinking gaze,
I shake my fist against the gale,
And lightning’s brilliant blaze ...

“Who forgot to take my hand,
And walk me through the rain?
Because I thought nobody cared,
I sheathed my heart with pain.”


The tempest howling through the trees,
Bequeaths a mournful song,
Composed of grief and broken dreams,
And prayers which don’t belong.

Rebuking stones and monuments,
Of those who share my fate,
I turn to flee but cannot move,
Beyond the rusted gate ...

“Who forgot to speak the truth,
When God incurred my wrath?
By drinking deep of bitter tears,
I wove a twisted path.”


The muffled crunch of grinding rock,
Reverberates below,
As earth reveals a gaping wound,
With hellish fires aglow.

Unholy legions swarm my grave,
And strip me of my choice,
Their horrid screaming fills my ears,
And drowns my pleading voice ...

"Who forgot to save my soul,
Before my time to die?
Without my cloak of sinful flesh,
The chance has passed me by."


Hands of darkness drag me down,
For sins I can't atone;
Resisting more than in my life,
I clutch at polished stone.

Before me stands the marble slab,
Which bears my graven name,
A grim reminder who forgot,
And who deserves the blame ...

Exhausted, I release my grip,
And slip into the flame.


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Kevin Kindrick07/20/06
A humbling call for all of God's children to answer. How can we allow ourselves to be the blame for yet another's eternal suffering?

Thank you for sharing, and God bless,

Kevin
Lori Othouse 07/20/06
Wow, this is so powerful! It gives me goose bumps. Definitely a wake up call to Christians and non-Christians alike. Very well written, great imagery, just awesome!
Jan Ross07/24/06
Oh wow! I'm speechless. What a powerful conviction accompanies this piece. I hope this finds its way beyond this challenge -- it stirs the complacent soul. Awesome!
Suzanne R07/24/06
Ooooh ... wow ... very impressive!

The images are burned into my mind - very powerful.
Shari Armstrong 07/24/06
Wow
Jan Ackerson 07/24/06
Your final two lines are shattering. Awesome.
Debbie OConnor07/24/06
Well done. This is haunting and makes a strong point.
Lynda Lee Schab 07/25/06
OK,Kenn. Time to give the rest of us a chance, here. LOL You've done it again - another brilliant entry. This one was chilling, powerful, and very real. Should make everyone stop and think about those around us who slip into that fire every day. We've got a job to do! Wonderful piece. (Big surprise. :-))
Joanne Sher 07/25/06
Haunting and wonderful - I don't think I will EVER forget your final couplet. Wow.
Rita Garcia07/25/06
Powerful, like others have said, the last two couplets were the perfect ending to masterful piece.
Teri Wilson07/25/06
Wow. This is great Kenn. Awesome as usual!
Linda Watson Owen07/25/06
Wonderful, Kenn!! There's a distinct flavor of Dickens in this eerily gripping poem. Your skillfully chosen words have brought this dark scene to life right before our eyes. You have the marvelous ability to keep your reader in the palm of your pen...er, hand! LOL! Another home run for sure!
Tracey Jackson07/26/06
Such incredible atmosphere. I'll be reading all your other poetry - I have much to learn!
Venice Kichura07/26/06
perfection as always!
janet rubin07/27/06
wonderful! congrats:)
David Story07/27/06
Powerful and brutally honest.
Congratulations on the win!
Andrea Cooper07/27/06
This is a very touching poem. It has always amazed me when I read great poetry, as I've never been a big fan. Yet, this piece, reminds me so much of King David's Psalms...so very much filled with passion and feeling. You have a special gift...one that I am almost sure you have in common with that man that God noted as one after His own heart.

-Andrea Cooper
Trina Courtenay07/27/06
Congrats Kenn!
Julia May07/27/06
Oh to write poetry like this! You truly are a wordsmith with brilliant talent. Keep writing for God's glory and congratulations on this win - it is well deserved.
Helen Murray07/28/06
Very powerful. It pierced my heart.