Behind The Wire.

Behind the wire
Watching
The keeper of life
Burdened by memories
Too terrible for mortal man
Asking only sanctuary
Crumbs to die free
Image of a woman and children
Long gone
Evoking anger
Passion long suppressed
Time running out
Glory be
The wire divides
The whistle echoes
Demons fight for the final time
Silence
Angels collect the remnants of time.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Such moments define the life lived, angels and demons will barter in such scenarios but the purity of heart will always win...this is beautiful! :)

[Paul Bell]

War, you sometimes wonder who wins.

[Mirror]

Thank you for the write. It shows there is still great awareness of the last day. This is reflective. Thank you.

[Paul Bell]

Got to be proud of the sacrifice made.

[.]

Reads like some type of apocalyptic football match; with this keeper watching and waiting for all to annihilate itself before the pitch is swept clean for a rebirth.

Very inventive, Paul. One can think of many possibilities for the meaning behind this piece. Nicely written.

[AYVID N]

About time he blew the whistle and started something, instead of sitting tight behind the wire. The poem brings to mind, the armageddon or the final battle. Thankfully, demons lose and angels prevail, so its a happy ending of sorts. The concluding line is so beautiful...why didn't I think of it?

[Paul Bell]

You probably did, and i stole it off you.

[AYVID N]

while I was asleep...not fair!

[barleygirl]

I wouldn't want that job either *sigh!* I'll take my rightful place here where I can only grasp a fraction of what's going on. Your fragmented gasps of clarity convey us to a frightful place where all the old rivalries flare up into vengeful animosities. I think I need something to cheer me up now *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[Paul Bell]

The Mantra.
5 am you woke me up, to meditate.

I thought someone had died, someone had, me.

It was the ultimate time, you said.

Looking down, I had to disagree.

Can you feel the energy, she said.

I can’t feel myself, go away.

This is a window of opportunity she said.

There was a window.

Let us breathe she said.

This had never happened before, nutcase came to mind.

What is your mantra she said.

What is my name I said.

No, you have to reach out, draw in the energy.

I am going to reach out, it won’t be pretty.

Let me take you on a journey, join me.

I’ll phone you a taxi, blast, it’s your house, I’ll phone me a taxi.

If we connect the sex will be out of this world.

Okay, through the delirium I heard the S word

Mmmm feel it, Mmmm, feel it, Mmmm, can you feel it.

I can definitely feel something.

It’s getting stronger, we are one.

We definitely are.

We must connect.

We definitely must.

Before my husband comes off the nightshift.

Thought I heard the H word there.

Let us be one.

Let us wind back to the husband.

He is but a component in time.

What time does this component come home at.

Six, but it’s okay, he’s gay.

Thought I heard the G word there.

He likes to join in, which can be a pain.

When you say join in, what do you mean.

In the mantra, he likes to join in in the mantra.

[barleygirl]

You're always hilarious, so now I need another word to describe this off-the-charts ejaculation of outrageousness & creativity! You are so brilliant in so many ways, I'm going to go outside & lick my paws for awhile, see if my sense of self returns again soon. This is one of your very very best. Perfect swirl of sensuous & cerebral *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Paul Bell]

You going outside for the bootleg whisky, Margie. lol

[barleygirl]

Way east, the moonshine flows. Here on the west coast we get our giggles from the herbaciousness in our gardens *heh! heh! heh!*

[Paul Bell]

Send me some.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what we once had, what we lost...the anger then turns to some kind of resolve to understand it, and us.
j.