There is music,
in the vibrating earth.
But I’m spiritually paralyzed,
crushed in intervals
by a python.
Staring into it's unhinged jaws,
it's ribbed, tunneling throat -
my world is just as void.
Half empty or full
there isn’t a glass;
just shattering sound.
I can’t smell the citrus bud
or carry the torch ahead.
Anger
has blown out the lamp
of my mind.
Why should it relight
alone?
A contest entry
- have a real thought by film.
700 points, ended February 12, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Constructive Criticism
Comments
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I like this very much. Lots of rich imagery and metaphor to sink one's poetic teeth into. So many times we have these kinds of thoughts and yes, it is like being swallowed whole and wondering if the light will ever come back on unaided.
Thanks for sharing this and I wish you good luck in this contest.
~ crisstiena
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