Eyes Wide Shut

Eyes Wide Shut

A Poem by Emily Quinn

With eyes of compassion; gleaming spheres of anonymity withheld 

I see the bird perch upon the dusted sill

Through glass fogged to mirror my vision

Eyes stitched shut with the thread of corruption

And glinting needle of manipulation

 

Petals mark a path through settling earth,

Spotted crimson blood upon stone

Warm with odium as wind echoes lies

Born from wetted lips curled to a snarl

 

Drip, drip scarlet drops from unjust wounds

Words cut bone and mould the mind

Slurs plunged deep, fatally cold

Why degradation seized control

 

Through maze of insanity snaking the globe

Blindly follow loose petals astray

Birds eye watching with a marbled stare

Cocked head turning with a robotic sneer

An eerie caw makes no sound but pierces through the toughest veneer

 

Within humanities shrieks of anguish

Pregnant sorrow swells beneath the breast

When choked upon the stone of silence,

Hushed weeping trembles Earth with death

 

Abhorrence taints soil slick with poison

Beak bound shut with the flowers stem, the Protea plant

At the end a light of hue that tears the thread binding my eyes

Colour returns all is clear, wings spread wide

And grass grows over the burgundy blood…

© 2010 Emily Quinn


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Emily Quinn
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poetry mentioning social issues have always interested me. but this is is special for the way it flows and narrated. the way you have mentioned the view point of a bird. the choice of words is perfect and conveys the message clearly.
a wonderful read!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This is beautifully written. I am humbled.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Such depth in this write. It's a tugger really. I enjoyed the read of your emotions.

Posted 12 Years Ago


i like the hopeful ending.
power hungry feed on blood of innocent. when the tolerance and unjust is above the red mark there rises a smoke of revolution. the clash is inevitable. the handful parasites are trampled.. sonner or later. but the key things is we dont walk over scarlet marshland. your poem draws sense of fear and discontent for what is going around. very imagary poem.
"Peace reign on us all!!"

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is great and I loved the poem title as well. Its an interesting thing to write about. Annyway great Job

Posted 13 Years Ago


This was very well done. Great use of imagery to push forward the meaning and the emotions behind the words.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is good.
Sadly because of the number of reviews you can't be considered for my contest, but nevertheless I want you to know you are a wonderful poet.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great job with this, interesting subject that flows like the wind ....

Posted 13 Years Ago


poetry mentioning social issues have always interested me. but this is is special for the way it flows and narrated. the way you have mentioned the view point of a bird. the choice of words is perfect and conveys the message clearly.
a wonderful read!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I completely love this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This reminds me so much of America and how our eyes are so shut to what is going on around us and too us. Social poetry indeed done at it's best. I like the view point of the bird and the use of your words as you take us a long on this journey.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Emily Quinn
Emily Quinn

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