Open Poetry #39 |
Cruel (see fiction) |
Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
Green voices, youthful in their haste, flecked with an ounce of knowing tied the old man in his ways. By rote they lashed with words - His words! Gagged his mouth with whispers of belief; cursed his eyes that couldn’t see their truth and cut the tongue that wouldn’t write their taste. They bound him, crowned him king of fools. Built wooden crosses for his back; spat doggerel kisses at his craft; branded him with lines rough hewn then teased him with a spear of ink that curled to verse upon his skin, an old mans tattooed pride against their rules. Rhyme turned lost reasons into curse, strict forms filled gaps in his disgrace; proved his guilt beyond reprieve. Their versions sanitizing his missed visions into heresies he never saw , yet nor did they who smiled and hammered spikes into his verse. The critics built their empires on his dross, re-wrote his words in verses pure, wove rags of right from threads of silk; dowsed lines of lead in mines of gold. While punctuating crowns with thorns they staked their claim to higher ground but failed to see the poet or his cross. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
You have written an outstanding and admirable epitaph for the price of a poet's free will. Excellent, and outstanding work. TD |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
Incredible! |
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Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
Thanks for taking the time to read and reply. |
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