Even a salubrious hour
of solitude is frightening
to some.
They are cold and buried
at sea, where every bruise beneath
a questing sun, knows silence
is darker than skin will ever be.
So they shout their fragile truths
out of thin-aired sensibilities
and it becomes harder to fall
into melanin among that madness.
That perfected noise.
For all the language spoken,
there is always the lie
disguised as an argument.
It holds nothing in common
with colour, rare or otherwise.
It is merely a shadow spread
between our differences,
as though they might pretend
that none of us could be
unique
and not alone.
Unwilling to see below
waterlines,
how much we share in isolation,
how there is more diversity
below each surface
than will ever be seen.
They are all dark water
but manage to ignore the irony.
In a list
A contest entry
- PIF ~ Themed by Naridill.
500 points, ended January 24, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Profound and touching with truth transpiring at every line, amazing!
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Wow, I'm pretty amazed. This speaks about what truly racism brings about and even how it comes to be! Lovely!
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Beautiful. As always - this is written in such language that turns my cheek, it's got honesty, depth and brilliance. Your words connect with personal and society related issues in racism.
Thanks for entering,
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"
That perfected noise.
For all the language spoken,
there is always the lie
disguised as an argument"
Fantastic, I've missed your voice lately, so deeply
thoughtful, and flawless internal ryhthm. Dark, yet beautiful...
sigh.
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