Dove Stew

Dove Stew  

The sky paused in the madness

     whilst wounded hearts bled rainbows

beyond repair, the moon offered condolences

              the sun shaded its eyes in despair 

flashes of chances and regret traced the mind

        blew up in their faces imploding colors of grey 

no turning back clockwork's mechanical contrivance

                 eyes burnt out sullen in sorrow

a heart's blip of radar's chaos

         nil remained, bar ought of onus & 

                         fermenting sounds of fire

                               ...ultimately, infinite radio silence

Author's Note

Copyright © 2013 Frieda P. All rights reserved.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I was in the Army for 15 years. We study the weapons of destruction. If you are lucky. Death would come quickly with a nuclear blast of any sort. The photo and the poem told a scary story. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Yes that would be the only saving grace, to be the first to go, thanks John.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The use of elemental surfacing guiding the reader is perfection, well done, good read.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Thomas, much appreciated.

[ChemicalMadness]

Very interesting piece here...I like the personification of the elements. Loved the rainbows beyond repair, as well as the flashes of chances and regret....some very nice lines in there. While I'm not generally given to apocalyptic pieces, this was truly well done.

CM

[Frieda P]

Actually, I'm not either, I don't know what made me write this...thanks so much for your kind review.

[ChemicalMadness]

I know exactly what you mean!

[icelandicblue]

There is no peace in Oz tonight- the poor dove . Good poem though.

[Frieda P]

We may not live to see it but I fear Oz will be blown to smithereens one day...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Sounds like Armageddon to moi!

[Frieda P]

Exactly.

[redflutterby]

There's so much sad resignation in this poem. Makes me think of the saying.. "it is what it is". Beautiful imagery as always...some killer Iines here. ;-) x

[Frieda P]

It is what it is but it doesn't have to be...thanks Red.

[Sami Khalil]

"whilst wounded hearts bled rainbows

beyond repair, the moon offered condolences

the sun shaded its eyes in despair "
Ever the great writer and artist. Clockwork to timelessness...:)

[Frieda P]

Thanks my friend :-)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)