I know that you are in there,
behind your silent walls
crafted of sand and grit,
a mouthful of ashes,
a palmful of dust
and fear, the best cement.
I have tied notes to rocks
and tossed them over.
But you consigned me to the desert
of inconsequentiality.
So I must leave,
dragging my bag of shame
unwillingly,
yet knowing
that the hope that my words will buoy you
could one day change
to the wish that the stones draw your blood.
So I leave you under a relentless sun.
The well is here, outside your walls
if only you would
bravely come outside,
and drink.
Exceptional poetry! The imagery exploring his distance and the narrator's longing.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. the ending is excellent and my favorite section. have a good rally and thanks for sharing.
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http://blackswanpoetry.wordpress.com/2011/04/01/poem-standing-here/
"..and fear the best cement". Indeed. Worth breaking too. This poem is very true to many lives I think.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
This is such a cool write, enjoyed the dry harshness of the lines
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http://abthomas.wordpress.com/2011/04/23/the-slayer-unborn/
I really enjoyed your imagery - strong beginning and equally strong finish. I like this a lot.
ReplyDeleteVery nice! I liked the last stanza especially.
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful :) I enjoyed the images put forth. Thanks!
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welcome in.
ReplyDeletewow.
superb imagery, well done,
Happy Rally.
;)
bag of shame, well framed. :)
ReplyDeletePowerful ending. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHopefully you don't tire of specific comments, because like a lot of the other folks here I LOVED the ending. "Fear is the best cement" is also a great line.
ReplyDeleteSuch a well conveyed emotional poem, thank you
ReplyDeleteA very daring post.
ReplyDeleteHappy Rally!
Lu Ann