Breathing miracles
to our reamed planet,
kindling in sacrificial flame.
Corpses scattered,
buried by atomic dust.
Simmering in radiation
[and heavy water]
Imagination goes static
in stark wastelands of
oblivion,
forsaken in a mirages desert
of burden, guilt and pain.
Remember yesterday,
before the war...
Sitting in the park
under the Chestnut tree
sharing coffee and laughs,
never wanting to look back,
ignoring the past, the pain
nothing to lose, nothing to gain
from the future---we had it all
and nothing more, together in
each other's arms, holding each other
in blissful dreams, summer evenings
sharing grapes and champagne, sitting
in the Golden Country, under our
spreading chestnut tree, air thick
full with ambrosia perfume,
sweetened with nectar,
kissed by Aphrodite, just for us
it was the last thing I remember...
Only whimpers fill
disintegrating ears now.
Pendulum swings
between dreams and
oblivion.
Lying drenched in
kerosene,
tender soul
kindling,
under winter skies-
black, cold, no stars shine
in tear filled eyes.
Beacons extinguished
so long ago.
No longer guiding
wisemen towards salvation.
No longer warming
hearts
Shivering in the cold
pilgrims traverse in
great numbers
There exists no Red Sea
in Smithereens Valley.
Oblivion falls
colder than snow.
Consciousness left
behind in concentration camps
as we march onward.
Belief and miracles lie
in wreckage and ruination...
as the miracles are
extinguished.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration II by HerbalGoat.
300 points, ended April 26, 2007, 14 entries
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A very interesting write; one that needs to be well read into.
I noticed your use of the word "oblivion." I like it in "Pendulum swings/ between dreams and/ oblivion." however, I'm not too fond of it elsewhere. A synonym would present a warmer tone.
I really enjoyed your flashback, and appreciate that you placed it in italics to stand it out. -
wow very interesting write! This was a really great poem and I really enjoyed reading it
You have some talent. I wish you the best of luck in this contest and keep on writing :
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Beautifully remarkable pciture. Is that from Pompeii? And is that text in italics your writing or an excerpt that is eluding me?
Hmmm. . . I never really though of dreams and oblivion as antonyms before now; brilliant. Nice.
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