Open Poetry #49 |
Wrong |
Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Wrong The voices sing for me once more, I capture what I can. The joy the bring— hope they implore Upon this broken man, Shall feed this hollow soul its boon As distant angels hark... The moment ending much too soon, I wither in the dark. Yet hold to thought one question asked, "What is it you most rue?" The answer might leave me unmasked, This much I know is true. But of the nothing come to mind, Met with a shoulder shrug; One wonders still what they might find Beneath this dancer's rug. And so, as night gives way to day, It's there my hunger sleeps. A voice of silence I obey, While that of longing weeps To walk the withered trail of dream, All shadows tall and rife; Through the rictus of soundless scream, For all I rue is life! Paced by indigenous discord, I lay my trophies down. There is no need to wield a sword, Or bear some tarnished crown. As images pass, one by one, Trapped, of hope, to their lies; All seeming to ask what I've done Within those sightless eyes... ...That cannot beyond their sin. ...That cannot see the hell That they've painted themselves within, Not so much as a knell. I turn to look the other way— Sing isolation's song. As life fades to a blur of gray, This much I won't get wrong. Michael Anderson 7/12/2014 ...How many hours of night or day |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
you never cease to amaze me with your intricate wording. Masterful work as always! Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Taking it to the beast itself in this one Michael, i.e., life. When we are a wounded bird, n'er more to fly, all we can do is look back and sob, look forward to shattered dreams. ~*~ When politicians give up on liberty, it falls to poets to preserve it. Or write its epitaph. ~*~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Enjoyed, as always, your words, though I disagree with the end - there is never a right, because, unfortunately at times, there's always other souls involved. j. |
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