The Sleeper
Upon the Sleeper
We Sailed. (A vehicle for a quest; it’s proof we seek.)
We came from the fire; we came and were conquered by
A man who thought with a tongue instead of a brain –
Singing cynicism all day long,
But it was a horrible song! It was a horrible song –
Forced into my ear – what I wanted not to hear!
(Not these words; we want not these sordid words - Speaking in false Tongues and in false tones to achieve the demise of all
We seek to know; Like a cherry coloured stain across the snow)
Wash the blood from your mouth.
His kind are corsairs of the worst degree;
Bringing a grief meant to end all grief,
From a knowledge meant to clear the world of ambiguity and inconsistency.
From the Inn of Decision
We sailed; away and avast to a sense of desperation –
“We can find no sense of being or reason or judgment!”
(To justify the journey;
Having been rinsed of all understanding with the blood of his mouth)
Yet the sailing and the seas roughened;
A ruffled horizon continuing to merge with itself and cloud –
Fog multiplying and monopolizing the sky.
Then from the stern a shrill yell –
“Behold! A break in the clouds! Sail to the chance of salvation!”
- A chance for clarity.
But we were deceived!
The hole was the opening of hell if ever such a place existed;
A Blaze was set upon the sky; precipitating electricity –
Bolts to blots on surface of our dogma.
We were left there to drown in the swill and swell,
Betrayed by charlatans and thieves,
(Who never knock and spit blood from their mouths)
We cried “Sleeper awake! Awake if you still think of us!”
And among the wreckage, clinging to a sliver of timber I scrawled a message:
“Oh, Sleeper! Oh, sweet mother of clarity,
Take us back to the Inn of Decision – hope is there.”
I sunk and swam into the depths; I am determining more alone
In the crushing black
Than a thousand ages of bloody mouths could reveal.
Author notes
This is an extended metaphor.
A contest entry
- A blue ribbon by Wind Walker.
1750 points, ended October 12, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Survival of the Wittiest by Avatar of Innocence.
500 points, ended February 4, 2008, 18 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - round one (for everyone) prewrite contest ENTER ENTER ENTER (AND YES THAT MEAN'S YOU too by serenity silvermoon.
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Comments
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Nice ending.
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One more thing...
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God, you are going to think I'm an asshole...I really like this poem, really I do...At first glance this poem enthralled...I thought to myself: "Hey, no fair delving into my subconscious and writing poems that you know I like". Until I read this poem a final time...the second line fo the first stanza contains a grammatical error: punctuation goes outside the parenthases, unless you are e.e. cummings...though I doubt cummings would actually do that.
So...does that mean I should be an asshole and disregard the merit of this poem? Hmm...
Good question...
I guess I won't be an asshole this time...I like this abstract poem and its extended metaphor too much...The topic and how it was addressed was also very refreshing...like saffron in 7-Up.. -
WOW
Those are some interesting words lol but the poem was still very creative and I look forward to seeing more
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So- you know the Bush Family
Hard to find better words then "We were left there to drown in the swill and swell,Betrayed by charlatans and thieves"
Good Luck
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Although it's not what the poem's about, I must concur lol.
xxx
Signed:TexasT
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