When wind whips against windows,
thunder derives
from silent storms
born to thrashing
as tearing roots
produce
gnarled and twisted perceptions.
black eyes can’t cry
ask
or wonder why,
in the eye of the storm
his hate is lightning
flashing
until all I see
are imperfections...
A contest entry
- - Dark Footprints in the Light - by Desire.
875 points, ended August 30, 2008, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Mindless
Such is anger, flashing, slashing,
Till imperfections groan in crashing
Find wish as will left to escape
The surly bonds of mortal gates...
Aaggghh! Now that's a rag doll. She breaks my heart!
Stunning write. Congratulations on the silver...
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Thank You!!
Thank You for Your entry: I Hate:
This piece tugged hard at Spirit and while I was reading which I do several times~ Images come to me in many forms~ while taking in Your words: black eyes can't cry- when I read this line- for some reason I was shown how a foster child's face was used as a mop by her *guardian*. The woman received benefits- money to care of this child- to house and protect but instead took out her resentment- her insecurities of self out on this beautiful young girl- what is even more disturbing is the fact that so many of these children are removed and then placed back into the same home- like in this case where this child was removed and returned- then murdered at the hands of the same woman After reading Your words- reference to lightning- reminds me of the temperament of the abusers- quick to anger- snap judgements- where hands react first instead of hearing the full story- assumptions made in haste- but most of all- finding the scapegoat to be sacrificed when inner demons are released- However this to be interpreted
Whether metaphor or symbolism
Hopefully the above comment makes some sense~
Excellent take on the prompt ~
Powerful images & message You have brought forth
Thank You for sharing Your Voice and Spirit!
Best wishes to You in the contest Sweet Soul
**Judging will be done shortly...
Many blessings too
and much love & light~ Desire~*~
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thank you for the honor of silver and for these awesome and insightful words on my poem
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Those are some dark footprints being left behind during and after the storm. well done you have taken the prompt and ran with it.
Kudos to you.
Blessings.
Frozentearz
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