these aisles and lanes
of aliens embraced
rubbed up against each other
in skins of isolation,
icebergs adrift in frigid seas
with the diluted blood of saints
coursing through their veins,
the children of angels –
all forgot . . .
shadowed in the light
of an unforgiving sun
leaving the tracks
of their footprints
in the sands of mortality –
lost and unrepentant
they breathe the fire of damnation
and eat their infant dreams
while they worry over time,
as though it were precious,
as though it were
water in the desert . . .
alone in cages of
their own construction,
hearts held in places
in which they no longer believe
where the walls are painted white
and no one can remember
their names . . .
drawn like thistledown
through the skies,
gathered up in
unlikely fashion
and dropped here and there
to spread the seeds
of their own destruction –
all the while
the emulsion of their hearts
photographing the sunset
of their kind
Author notes
Photo: "Soul Groups" Kazuya Akimoto Art Museum
A contest entry
- Junk Poetry. by girl shaman.
5500 points, ended November 16, 33 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I see within this poem ...
the deep mourning of souls, with no future perspective ... senseless and empty in the flow of time; a thirst not quenched, a hunger not stilled. It also reminded me of the Biblical warning not to root in this temporary life, as if it is permanent.
It is sad when sun is seen as unforgiving, sacredness diluted and flesh only powerless substance ... Meanwhile, being already part of choices: heaven ... or hell.
Amazing poem. Complex and meaning-filled.
Love to you, Poet.
Myra
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Brilliant Piece
Darling this is stunning as well as a thought provoking piece. You chose a title so befitting of this work for I could almost hear the soft cries the weakly utterances unrecognizable amid their pain as I read. I cannot tell you the places I visited as I read this work…for the real sadness lie in all of these souls lost.
I say a prayer to souls that have been neglected often tortured for they not only have tortured themselves but also lend eternity a hand among the darkness to bid their willing sinfulness such light.
I often wonder to it all even after all of our misgivings …somehow I pray after a time of suffering God will take our hand bid us welcome for he knows there is inherent goodness in a soul for he knew our souls even before they were in the womb…lovely piece Garrison my heartfelt thank you for penning such intensity, even amid my ignorance of understaning.
Lady E
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A voice I can't describe was in my mind as I read these words...perhaps the combined voices of the souls described?
Astounding illustration within the prose, even without the image to draw upon.
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this is a piece of mind that I find intriguing the way you penned this prompt.. well said hun for i find the message awesome and deep.. for at times we want to slip inside and just rest for a time alone.. Hugss always Angel♥
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"while they worry over time,
as though it were precious,
as though it were
water in the desert . . ."time.... fascinates me..
if you remove it ...consiousness ceases to be what it is .. meaning without time there is no context... at least it seems that way when you observer people with dimentia ...
in a way it is all of those things you say here.. but only in a human view... else it's simply a measure of existence..
I'm rambling... perhaps because time has been on my mind far too much lately...along with other things that don't seem to want to gel into any kind of concept I can work with ..
Wonderful as usual.
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I have been wrestling with issues of "isolation" of late. I would rather be left alone, although alone is not where I want to be. Perplexing but real in my heart, and mind, at the time. There are enough issues to bog me down but if I must chose one in particular, I cannot. Maybe I just will not because the darker side of things is usually a deeper breath of writing for me.
"they breathe the fire of damnation
and eat their infant dreams
while they worry over time,
as though it were precious,"
Yes, I know this place. You poem makes me mournful for my spirit and the souls who roam about unable to make the choice to see the Light. Exquisite! I wish you well in the challenge.
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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that was so impressive.
i felt this overwhelming sense of sadness and i don't even know how to tell you what i felt i just saw it all. the images were bold and absent of color but in a good way. i don't know if that makes sense? anyway i am dumbfounded at how well the flow of this poem was, i mean it was perfect. it read beautifully off my tongue! thank you so so much for entering <3
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I've read this a couple of times, and still don't have the words to convey how hauntingly beautiful this is...
I loved;
drawn like thistledown
through the skies,
what a image that is, so befitting of the picture.
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This is the third poem in a row, that has been sad and desolate. I dont have anything to offer you here, just say your compassion really shines through.
Love,
jin
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