Spitting blood
A Poem by
Mark D
I was spitting blood In reality and dream alike Through the bitter winds of winter And when flowers opened their buds Likewise was I empty-handed When I entered the world unclothed And I left it barefooted Caught up in endless fight What then was all this for? On reflection I do not know My place is not reserved For those who heed a higher law I never fathered a nation Nor was I a bringer of peace I never gave over life and love To be an instrument of some greater hand Glory to me was a fashion I could wear Never did I hide on saying so In death there were no songs to let me go No grand gathering of mourners Deep within life's unsolved mystery Each of you still lives within my heart I know I won’t remain in your minds
© 2012 Mark D
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Nice ending. I actually expected it to end pretty badly...as in sad and depressing. Great job. I also liked how you made your line breaks and separated stanzas.
Posted 9 Years Ago
How soon are those who pass on forgotten, their memory fading each day, but yes, perhaps the heart does live on to remember.
Posted 10 Years Ago
How soon are those who pass on forgotten, their memory fading each day, but yes, perhaps the heart does live on to remember.
This is an amazing declaration of where you find yourself. I too relate much better to my dog :D Well penned
Posted 10 Years Ago
This is an amazing declaration of where you find yourself. I too relate much better to my dog :D Well penned
there is a certain sadness to this piece. Spitting blood for those who will not remember us - sometimes we are compelled to do it anyway. Peace.
Posted 11 Years Ago
there is a certain sadness to this piece. Spitting blood for those who will not remember us - sometimes we are compelled to do it anyway. Peace.
Dear Mark D.,
Style and Rhythm: The poem is in free verse so there is no particular rhythm, but the style is dark and describes a detailed moment in life.
Spelling and grammar: Nothing wrong with the spelling or grammar here.
Content: The idea of spitting blood makes me think of a wounded person, someone's who has been like hit in the stomach, or in pain, like the reality of pain I suppose. The reason I think this is because of the next stanza which makes me think naivety, of not knowing that such a thing would be so wounding. As I try and soak in this interpretation, the next stanza throws me off because I'm not understanding what you mean by a higher law. It seems like the poem has adopted a universal tone when you say "I never fathered a nation..." Then, maybe, I'll go with Little Whisper, and perhaps it is a mysterious stranger, or maybe a shadow, an invisible person.
Interesting write.
Sincerely Victorious
God bless
Posted 11 Years Ago
Dear Mark D.,
Style and Rhythm: The poem is in free verse so there is no particular rhythm, but the style is dark and describes a detailed moment in life.
Spelling and grammar: Nothing wrong with the spelling or grammar here.
Content: The idea of spitting blood makes me think of a wounded person, someone's who has been like hit in the stomach, or in pain, like the reality of pain I suppose. The reason I think this is because of the next stanza which makes me think naivety, of not knowing that such a thing would be so wounding. As I try and soak in this interpretation, the next stanza throws me off because I'm not understanding what you mean by a higher law. It seems like the poem has adopted a universal tone when you say "I never fathered a nation..." Then, maybe, I'll go with Little Whisper, and perhaps it is a mysterious stranger, or maybe a shadow, an invisible person.
Interesting write.
Sincerely Victorious
God bless
Expressed beautifully. Exquisite, Mark.
Posted 12 Years Ago
Expressed beautifully. Exquisite, Mark.
this was a deep meanful poem i like how the words just flow can't wait to read more
Posted 12 Years Ago
this was a deep meanful poem i like how the words just flow can't wait to read more
everything you write seems so effortless...Your amazing, truly.
Posted 12 Years Ago
everything you write seems so effortless...Your amazing, truly.
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Mark D Edinburgh, United Kingdom
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