Diety Blinded
by Victor R. Solt
contested earth
saturated
morning dew and blood
a blanket of corpses and crests
fallen all
under fog and cries
of crows and crones
shrieking to the skies
baleful
a lonely chorus
gathers as the seas
foamy pitch
relentlessly
against cold unmoving
cliffs of granite
dispersed in gasps
like
prayers against a god
deaf and uncaring
Author notes
Sexton massacre on a winter's morn...
Written January 13th, 2006
A contest entry
- ms. sexton went out looking for the gods by onerios13.
500 points, ended January 23, 2006, 10 entries
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love your word choice and the imagery! ♥
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Some vivid visual images you have created through your choice of words - well expressed and easy to read and understand.
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under fog and cries
of crows and crones
shrieking to the skies
Where all such massacres so haunting. This was a jewel...the flow as haunting as any of Anne's. It was lighter than hers, to be sure, but still had her mystere and hollow beauty. Thank you for sharing such moving verse. It is greatly appreciated... -
The formate of the poem and the words make this scene for easily imagined. Well written, gives us that feeling that we don't want to really be here at all.
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wow great imagery, really sad, great job.
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Impressive, very impressive. The imagery brings the sadness and death to life. Bravo.
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This has a great essence of imagery within it. It paints such a vivid picture. I get the feeling of being in an old rotting graveyard, our walking out onto your front lawn, and feeling like you've stepped out into a graveyard. Realizing you're the only living being around. This is a really good piece. - cgirl0410
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