Moment

Moment

A Poem by Arundass TP
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It's just that moment

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When lord of death
Stands in front
The world is still
Wiped out, dark.

Eye's are plucked
Dreams are melted
World is nothing
Fruit is fallen.

Truth is hanged
Soul is hidden
Sparks are blown-out
Fire seems soot.

Poet is framed
On the wall painted
Poetry is sung
For pleasure hidden.

© 2024 Arundass TP


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Armageddon, Ragnarok, it seems that many believe in the end of times. The Greeks had Titanomachy and death itself as a metaphor for end darkness, forgetting, as many poems are forgotten while some go on and the poet is framed and hung on the wall, resurrected or imortal if you wish. And his poems are sung. A wonderful write.

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Arundass TP

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this seems to echo the book of revelations. a lot can happen in a moment.

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Arundass TP

2 Months Ago

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Wow this is deep in how you see it or do believe, it you see dark you will never see the light, great write, its a warning, love how the words come together in the end. Thank you for sharing.

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Arundass TP

2 Months Ago

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Mauricio Montoya

2 Months Ago

You're very insightful.
The end of the world, but what interests me is what comes next. Is there an ever after. Is there a heaven? Plenty to think about here Arundass.

Chris

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Arundass TP

2 Months Ago

It's all a mythical dream. Thank you friend
Sounds like the end of the bible. The end of the world. Good piece

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Arundass TP

2 Months Ago

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Nice Work ATP, you handle this difficult subject well. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

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Arundass TP

2 Months Ago

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they asked the jazz great Wayne Shorter about 'rehearsing". And he said, "why, just to try and capture the unknown"? The act of poetry itself (as the codifying of subliminal warnings) gives notice that all short literary, advertisement is worthless without the nonsequitur fallacy of irrelevant conclusions that poetry arrives at. The fact that Whitman is dead is a crippling thought. But the fact that he's been dead for 132 years gives me some comfort in knowing that his poetry is still 'sung' and is as bright as ever. Nice poem. dana.

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Arundass TP

2 Months Ago

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The end looms over everything as a wall of darkness. But, what lies beyond the wall… that is the stuff of poets.

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Arundass TP

2 Months Ago

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Excellently penned poem on the end of times which a lot of people, even today, still believe in. Should end of times come about, it is my belief that mankind will bring it on itself. Mankind will be responsible for the world ending, not God! I love how the immortality of the poet will not lie forgotten but be immortal, his portrait hanging on the wall to remind all of the wonderful poet that he was and his name will travel through time as one of "The Greats!" Super write, dear poet..Thank you for sharing...

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Arundass TP

2 Months Ago

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The end is one thing that is in all and everything.... actually it doesn't end, it transformes into something else
Splendid song singing in this marvelous poem.
Well done!
All best?
:-)

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Arundass TP

2 Months Ago

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Strong work Arundass like all historical moments they are recorded.

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Added on August 23, 2024
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Arundass TP
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Thalassery, Kerala, India



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