Without Cause

Title ...wip

My soul from its deep recesses and warm absence

Was roused; plumbed from sweet slumber by sudden new dreams of mockery,

This sight I have painfully grown to accept,

Though many tears I know I will shed:

The night, by clouds unknown, had been absorbed into the swirling ether.

The lights of painful day stood hard and through shuttering veil stormed into my waking peace

A language, known only to the city, with its bony ghost tapped constant against my ear

It was shattering

By morning call, some cold gypsy wind had slowed its sentence against my dearest of friends

It had raised its many heads, and snapped the cause of so much a season

I turned now to a sight of yellow skulled soldiers

Their rumbling machetes well drawn

A longstanding child of loam was tied a fresh white bull

They hacked like madmen,

Madmen who felt not for this child; nor cared for its reason

It fell in silence; without bitter limbs

 Brave and so much better than I,

Accepting with Christ-like patience its wash of hands

It’s sudden unabated death cast over my soul

The deeds to a half-century plus

This bird touched the silence of sky back when Kennedy too was purged

Gave shade to the little crickets of war and missiles… Without question

Lent its very limbs to those who would grow older. Without single complaint

It was, since a seed, the very intent when another gypsy wind had rolled its fate into our lives

It asked no questions in that regard

But merely fell…

And I shall never forgive this city for such a thing.

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

A wonderful piece my friend. A gypsy heart knows those winds, a child who never left but lives within the vessel of a woman who knows no shelter as storms do not pelt her, this child, but in humane humans whose child like souls were lost to society. Society of savage heartless beings never embracing the gypsy child who never belonged and never will.

[Kristallo]

There is bitterness and poignancy marked by a quiet desperation here. Gray skies and cold, unrelenting wind that sweeps visions and nostalgia across the pained face of a person who has seen too much. The city with all her lights and life can be as reckless and unforgiving as she is enigmatic; I wrote of that once... a night life that sucks you dry. This one was very intense, imaginative, and deeply reminiscent of thoughts and visions that I ,too, have shared. I felt I glimpsed your soul in this, it was a beautiful and terrible thing.

Well done.

[Alisa Js]

How in this world of beauty and awe could there be such injustice? The universe cries out for a seeker who will proclaim such things. Things that need to be shared.

Intense imagery filled with stunning emotion in every line.

Well done, you!

alisa ;-)

[Little Whisper]

Reverend Limb has gathered his congregation...They are bowed in most sincere reverence as they sing praise to You, their gentle, eternal friend.

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but for me, there are many causes making me love this...the nice words picking, the flow, the images, the thoughts mentioned, the idea of it...

very interesting to read..really thank you for writing this..