Rebound

defeat, misery, rebound

Whistles and shrieks in theater

a scent of beer and booze

snakes  through the dank air

smoke hangs heavy from spotlights

the spectacle ready to begin

lights dim the crowd

through the haze

figures emerge in a bee-bop dance

of might, courage and hope to win

 

Floodlights showcase grimaces

broken skin, sweat and tears

with crowds still chanting their rout

until the last punt of the dance

fells one of the hunks

bruised, contorted with one eye closed

countdown ignites

motionless

eyes fluttering in remorse

oblivion

 

Midnight, blue, purple with tinges of mustard

a pageantry is about to commence

unlike the hunk dancers

whispers shroud the theater

covered fingers immerse in blood, tissue, bones

to restore decency to limbs in despair

white coats of Jackson Pollack splatter red

 

Out of a sleep-induced darkness

of dreamless hours

indifference

enhancing anguish, stabbing pain

pause for seconds

until my cozy bed consoles me

and birds sing to fetch me out of the shadows

the murk, the obscurity, the vacuum

Until I know what mends me out of opacity

to touch life once more

 

 

Author's Note

I am back at the Cafe, typing with one finger!!! Thank you for reading!!!

Reviews

[Pete]

much enjoyed read although it beats us up. wrapped in the black and blue bandages of metaphors. is not an easy to things to rebound. what choice do we really have? life marches on and so must we or it will pass us by. all aboard the pain train.

[Betty Hermelee]

thank you Pete, a fine review! always appreciated🌹
Warmly, B

[Marie]

A very intense write filled with distress and agony. Seems to be a dream to me of being in a group watching a bout of boxing take place. A dark write brightened only by birds singing which brings you out of the mistiness of dreamland into a bright new day to feel alive once more. It could be a dream the result of your recent op, Betty. I am unsure. The imagery is haunting! Excellent use of metaphor. A very potent write! Hope you are recovering well, dear Betty. Take care and keep well. Thank you for sharing...

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Marie
Thank you for your excellent review; it’s half dream half reality
Warmly, B🌷
PS healing well but takes a long time👍

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear Betty. So very pleased you are healing well and give it all pans the time your shoulder needs to fully recover. Take care and keep well, dear Betty 🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Marie for your kindness🌷

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Betty. Bless you 🙏⭐🌷⭐🕯️

[Soren]

A poem of frenzy, pain injury. Whether this is a dream or reality that one is awaken from is to be debated. And either since the distress is easily noted. A very powerful poem.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you dear Soren , darkness and dreamless during surgery; the fight to return to reality and light …. Still pursues….
Warmly B🌷

[Arundass TP]

A metaphor packed poem. Loved it

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank youTP, much appreciated
Warmly
B

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend 😊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your one finger did wonders here.
I love the metaphor...the Jackson Pollack splattered dream.
just like his paintings...never concise and staying within the lines.
dreams allow us to go way outside the box, safely.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

A great review J, healing slowly🌷
Warmly, B

[Patricia Wedel]

So wonderful you have healed to touch our Heart with compassion. gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty... our World is painted with Abstract brushes of Colors... the Theatre's Films are close to Danger. Perhaps we will have a Choice as the days become filled with soft tones of Rose and Gold where people will find a more Peaceful view of Civilization. Hope and Courage.... Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

A very encouraging message and a passionate review!
🌷 warmly, B