A germinated hope
Swaying to lush-green
tunesCarrying effervescence in spongy wraps
Of clouds, journeying the sky~
I now gather its withered petals.
When warm memories wake up
To bitter darkness of grotesque infliction
Leaving a desiccated spirit
Where does one seek
retribution?
Of rampant humiliationsChained to chauvinistic sacrosanct boundaries
Revealing a pale echo of untold tales of horror
Where does one seek retribution?
Leaving loved ones burning in the anguish
On the remnants of the bud born of their blood
Mutilated by
irreversible perpetration
Ensconced in a cold
cocoon Of unbecoming barbaric skeletons
Where does one seek retribution?
Meeting the Bar: The Beat Poets and their Poetry where Gay’s wonderful article inspires! This piece is a revised version of an earlier piece that I wrote couple of weeks back. |
nice repetition, i like how you change the location in the stanza of that line....def nice use of language as well to build the tone...words like mutilated....sacrosanct is a cool word as well...smiles.
ReplyDeleteIn this increasingly hostile world where we grown further apart rather than closer together - I hang on to my warm memories...
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a germinated hope... intense emotions in this - and the repetition works really well..
ReplyDeleteThose repetitions and those images of horrific events really creates a most terrific protest but also a lost hope... beaten down really.
ReplyDeleteBroken promises, broken dreams - I think you capture that need to rail against the world, the universe - the shape of the poem is effective with the repetition in the last four stanzas. Well done.
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