Open Poetry #29 |
The Jackson Children |
LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Hands clenched tightly, “how insipid this wine” A toneless smile satiates his face, despite the flow of time With even calm distinction Despoils a spirit, lost in pain As frost begins to form a pattern Pitted within a stormy haphazard grave The child which sobs his heart out… Naked and wide-eyed stares…without looking up Locks curled around his face….living in dire poverty Accepting unhearing critics, devoid of lover’s evenings Homesick for affections keepsake… Full of secret pain…clouded by strangling haze Is there a sky big enough to hold him? Or the tears cradling his name? And to our own hearts doth belong This perfected formation of golden blood These tears which live on his face And die on our lips…while moving forward The spirits call…and call and call Hands clenched tightly, “how insipid this wine” A toneless smile satiates his face, despite the flow of time With even calm distinction, dispoiling a spirit Lost In Pain |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome poem. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ Good metaphors enjoyed the read. |
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