Friday, March 14, 2008

The Gold Rush

The gold rush ended with no bang
no pearly gates slammed shut
no storm
no quake
no volcano
no sound or fury or drama
to be spoken of when the children
woke up to find that all they knew,
all they loved was gone before
the cockcrow.

The long winter nights grow shorter,
as the streams swell their banks.
And only the devout remain
with gold in their hearts
if not in their pockets.



Pythia3 said...

Alas - he rises from his ashes - Lazarus rises from his death, the death we felt in his absence, the death; unbeknownst to him for he was not dead unto himself - he was very much alive and breathing and working his arse off to put bread on his table . . . and here it is - his bread, his loaves, multiplied for the masses who have come, like me, hungry to fill their hollow bellies and eat from his banquette of poetic delicacies and drink his proseful potions.
Thank you, Eric, thank you.
I love the poem.
I love the truthfulness.
If only a bang, a storm, a fury to draw the line between the worlds of knowing and 'not sure.'
Welcome back!

Cléa said...

Welcome back Eric! You've had us all worried with the long absence.

Gold in our hearts is how we feel knowing you're all right!

she said...

now that's more like it ")

love, ~s.

Edyta said...

this did actually remind me of the area i live in - dominated by bengalis and pakistanis. the women love gold, oh yes.
i just pictured the little girls having pockets full of gold & that huge shiny jewelry. They do seem like walkig stars, all that shiny.

Princess Pointful said...

Such a sweet relief to hear your words again.
And welcome back-- with a bang!
Short and sweet, but lovely all the same, with a killer opening line.
I may be a dork, but I can't tell you how pleased I was to see your name in my inbox today.

benjibopper said...

'it'll start with a whimper
it'll end with a bang
it'll leave a big hole
where we could have sang'

or not. maybe ts elliot was right. either way, good to have you back.

Casdok said...

A wonderful entrance!

Anonymous said...

The phoenix has returned.
brighter than ever.


Josie said...

Yay! You're back, your're back, you're back!

Welcome back.

Gorgeous photograph. The poem sounds like spring.

Charles Gramlich said...

Glad to see you back. Hope you've been doing OK. Love the gold color of that wave. Enjoyed the poem as well, as always.

X. Dell said...

I was hoping that you could at least save some of that gold for awhile.

Sneaking back into the blogosphere, are we?

skinnylittleblonde said... gold in these pockets, nor in this mouth and even in the darkest of hearts, there's a golden ray for you...welcome back!

Crashdummie said...

welcome back mate, u were deeply missed!

What a golden bright comeback eh? the poem and the fab pic are promising for better days.

Cheers! *bling*bling*

Scot said...

good poem--cold winter up north?--welcome back brother

singleton said...

emptied pockets
upside down
and scattered on the dressertop....
adding up to nothing.
But the treasure,
rivertossed rock,
still there....
tide tired and older now,
born again
in change....

welcome back sweet friend,
You have been Missed!

Lana Gramlich said...

Stunning photo & beautiful poem! Glad to see you back. Hope all's well in your corner of the world. :)

Sandy Kessler said...

I identify brother oh do I!!!!ever!!!

singleton said...


'soulless' said...

Now that is an incredible photo to herald your return with your fantastic posts. You've been missed. :)


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