They dance in a trance around burning bonfires;
They worship the whip and leave scathing reminders.
Remembering and reminding are what they must do;
To keep there asleep all that musn't renew.
And the pain (the flame!) of the snap, crackle, pop,
Eats silence: defiance - from bottom to top.
What's left in the ashes, as morning light flashes,
What's left in the dew, dripping streaking relapses:
A pale, naked skin too new to this earth.
An artifact - artificial - fabricating rebirth.
The reminding, remembering has come to bring true:
The memories forgotten: the memories of you.
Now weep for the sleep that's gone in the dawn:
And cry for the angles, forsaken, forlorn.
Forget the future that never would be;
For the coming is screaming a new harmony.
[Rising and living and becoming too real -
Living and breathing: I'm starting to feel.]
Author notes
The second part of a series (Whiskey and Lead).
Part one: http://allpoetry.com/poem/2897046 .
Please tell me what you think
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rebirth of life or death?
Another great piece with such rhythm and flow. I imagine a ritual of rebirth, Of letting go and moving on. Makes you wonder what the story is behind the poem. Leaves you wanting more. -
Intriguing write ...
although I have no idea what it's about.
However, sometimes, I think, it doesn't matter so much about that if the poem is well written and holds your attention. This certainly does that. So, in conclusion, I have to say it's not bad. Not bad at all.
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this poem was really strongly written and i loved the way it flowed...good luck
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Thanks for hosting. Good luck with the contest.
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Wow - this is beautiful. I do not think that I've read a poem that mastered rhyme as much as this has accomplished. Beutiful write - will keep an attentive eye on your work in the future.
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Thank you.
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