White
flashes as a symbol in the ominous night’s light - a drought of cradled compassions. Perceiving the depths of emptiness compelled the
darkness to open quietly desperately hoping for the vapor of natures’ cure, but
humanity’s injustice can be certain and sure......
Whitewashed tombstones surround a haze of disappointment by shameful acts of life’s enduring complicated
complexions so wretched they seethe through flawed cracks creating a plague of
infections. Clear lucid puss pours like a deluge forming a deadfall rising from
boils oozing slowly down altered bodies wet and thick gripping fading illusions
of shaded promises seeking a remedy to inspire a chant now just a faint
uncertain whisper.
Once
precious dreams refracted now held captive inside fighting to fly repressed
ridiculed and contorted but steadfast beholding distinctive designs but some
people are not colorblind thus vanity can prevail.
Like
a broken brook once filled with aspirations to converge into destiny’s flowing current
so lively and hopeful full of spirited jubilation anticipating acceptance now diverted
and betrayed. Its reflecting foundation carried
many explorers shining and shifting ideas once peaceful and light as a instinct
laced and laden by touches of aged rocks round and smooth now jagged and shard falling
into earth’s pardon becomes a lonely puddle.
Oh Dale whenever I read your writing stuffs, it seems like i am reading the work of a renowned author. You really hit me hard and your powerful words strike me in between my two eyes .
Books are our best friends they never complaint or demand, give us much light of their knowledge without taking anything in return books give us much.
Dale last 11 lines were strong, meaningful and deliver a great message.
I loved the imageries it's very vivid and insightful. And as always, Dale you are a queen of great description. Thankyou.
Oh Dale whenever I read your writing stuffs, it seems like i am reading the work of a renowned author. You really hit me hard and your powerful words strike me in between my two eyes .
Books are our best friends they never complaint or demand, give us much light of their knowledge without taking anything in return books give us much.
Dale last 11 lines were strong, meaningful and deliver a great message.
I loved the imageries it's very vivid and insightful. And as always, Dale you are a queen of great description. Thankyou.
whoa.. i am glad i came here because i am a great fan of darker prose.I loved the way the sentences went on and on which had the affect on me like-flowing down a never ending stream of thoughts. I always look for a well wrapped up ending -this piece of work did that wonderfully.The symbolism you used here really took me by surprise. The broken brooks are diverged and betrayed yet they have the immense power to bring forth calamity.It spook to me in volumes. :) *keep writing*
Hi Dale, this one is a tapestry of exploding imagery and throughout it theres a real sense of longing for the way things used to be and of dread for the way things are headed. Broken brooks is a very evocative title and is well tied in by the final stanza - broken brooks can cause such devastation that they redraw the map of nature itself to become the new map. I was minded of Dylans 'The times they are a changing while i read this'. Powerfully put together stuff!! :))
amazing!!!!
dark powerful and raw.....
i believe "tolerance" to be highly negative word.......
when everyone is essentially the same then what is there to tolerate.......
humanity has to identify with each one of us......
Awesome write!!!
i loved it!!!!
:)
This review (and all) means so much: I agree with you totally Pushkar: I'm so glad you understand th.. read moreThis review (and all) means so much: I agree with you totally Pushkar: I'm so glad you understand the true meaning of my poem. Thank you so much!
Dark images in this poem, I'm not used to read this from you, Dale, but it's written very well and the imagery is very good. Thanks for sharing this great peace of writing. :) Rudi
The images you have created are vivid. I'm not usually a fan of darker poetry, but the message you have so skillfully woven into your words is heartfelt. A great piece of writing.
life is a series of infections...of jagged edges...we can only negotiate it the best we can.
But betrayal and ridicule make it even tougher to survive.
there needs to be more acceptance, more understanding, more love.
Happily married with three wonderful children. The first poem I attempted was Paper Heart which I submitted here last year. People here have been so kind and encouraging! Their feedback and reading t.. more..