Open Poetry #21 |
Poem: A Kind Of Death. |
pjtalty Member
since 2002-07-17
Posts 111W.A., Australia |
He cried at her cruelty; her duplicity; her failure to treat reality with honesty, but the tears, waves of them were not crystal pure. They were dangerous, were charged with currents of hurt; deep distress; rushing like raging torrents flooding reason, drowning will to rise above the deluge. The gait that used to happily swing in joyous rhythms of life became a shamble of shuffles descending into deep chasms of bitterness: now his alter ego. Thirty years struggled to pass; the constant pain, the aching thirst for vengeance never passed; disdain for love had soured a spirit now in a kind of death Poor fellow! What can be done? What can friends do for him? What can life do for him? What can he do for life? Can he live again? Pity! Only he can rise from his grave of deathly sadness to cull the weeds of bitterness, to forgive and then to live again with hope, happiness, renewal. ©2002 Patrick Talty [This message has been edited by pjtalty (07-22-2002 02:30 AM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
ah...g'morning Patrick! I think we all know someone like this, and I think we all pray not to become him. Loved the "gait" swinging wordplay here, I thought it clever and visually effective. I'll be reading more of you. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Patrick, I liked the way you painted a strong word picture here. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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