Within the mind---the convoluted dream mind,
across the immortal eye,
lies the Wasteland
We pray for ourselves,
listening to the words-
our final words
The Angels black wings
sweep and cleave
the eye,
the eye that guided
the hyacinths from blood,
the eye that guided
the exile
So afraid of
what awaits
in the mirages,
in the half-light
between the chasm
and the dream
Everyone's gone
in the Wasteland
of redemption
Do you still hear
the children's laughter?
It's so hard to describe.
Do you remember
the haunting faces
caught in the war---
the war against imagination
and curiosity
Everyone's gone
Can you remember
a day when it was
not like this?
We were so sure of
ourselves---our thoughts,
so able to know
But the lotus has
wilted in dehydrated, godless
existence
Why is everything
so wrong---
a testament to woe
grace fell so long ago
like the corpses in
the city that burns
We raped the idea
and raked the loam
where the dead now hide their bones
and their memories,
where the sacrificed
lament. Crucified by
mirages. Pillars of salt
collapsed over us
and then there was
nothing more.
Author notes
I don't know...just something that came to mind?
A contest entry
- Anything You Want: Free Verse by Nicole Hanna.
300 points, ended May 5, 2007, 18 entries
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Comments
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I liked the repetition in the beginning, though the "It's so hard to describe" isn't a line I would suggest, mainly because your job as the writer is to describe it without any lead-ins. The final stanza had a very cool feeling about it that, for whatever reason, reminded me of Biblical stories, turning to pillars of salt and sand, etc. This was a strong write in its abstractness. Thanks for entering
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This is really great... you have a really deep mind if this just popped into it! Great write! Rock on! xoxo Meg
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