Open Poetry #14 |
I Bend The Iron Moon |
RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
The scaring young man as the flying crapeze abused, felt abandon by God, thus forged a new he (though this not done with ease) construes to be stiff as a rod. So arrogantly in a life that's unflexed he demands needed air come to him, as one would expect his true soul disconnects, but please know this not done on a whim. Physically slight he soon changed it to might sucking strength from aggressor's blows, from soft daylight he would hammer hard night in life's length he'd as iceman froze. Committed to rigid his countenance frigid he intended that pain would abate, such unyielding's rife for a life that's abridg'ed he had turned into that which he'd hate. Where's the young boy with the song in his heart? Who's the toughguy who mirrors him a scowl? how'd he destroy, what went wrong at the start? now he cries for a life disemboweled. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
interesting images painted RS... and a good read! |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Darkly interesting. By the way, whatever happened to "the police state?" |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
"Where's the young boy with the song in his heart? Who's the toughguy who mirrors him a scowl? how'd he destroy, what went wrong at the start? now he cries for a life disemboweled." Refer to your last poem... "Limbo and Purgatory" for answer to these questions. Ahh...but you are in fine shape this morning Sir Richard! If I made you smile today then I did my job! |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
powerful images here Sir. . . well done. . . ------------------------------------------------------------------ To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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