Venal Caveat

Venal Caveat

A Poem by icelandicblue

His skin like the peel of an onion,
a desiccated parchment traversed by blue collapsing rivers.
Crooked fused hands clutched at vacant air,
his form hunched from years of avoiding the needs of others.

His pompous self-image was now scraped bare and raw.
Those false gods of gold would not save him now,
their interest spent in this husk of a man.

He turned his head with a voiceless question in his eyes,
they pleaded, "Tell me, what was it that I did not understand?"

The fates took pity and stopped before cutting the next thread.
They looked down, not unkindly, and sighed,
When they spoke, it was in unison,
"Ah, you always took the fruit, but you never tended the garden."

© 2013 icelandicblue


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This is brilliant and moving Anne --- I love how it is filled with such emotion and imgerary that hooks the reader's mind and heart as well.

A perfect write as always from you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks Noodle, it's a lesson we need to take to heart...to be givers not takers.
Wow such a lesson in this, a selfish life ends in a fearful, lonely death full of emptiness. Amazing!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Your account is so brilliant and moving.. filled with emotive imagery that grips the mind and heart. The last line is sheer perfection.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much.
Simply amazing. I have no other words, other than thank you so much for sharing this with us.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Hey,

I wasn't sure about posting this one so I am happy that you liked it. Also thanks .. read more
KAOlmsted

11 Years Ago

I did like it, and yeah, I saw you were from Boston and I was like *gulp*...I see I am 15 hours afte.. read more
icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

It was intense but we never lost power and it was over late this morning. Tons and tons of snow thou.. read more
Wisdom too late for this character... Maybe we will learn?
A fine poem mostly because of the fine lesson. The flow was a bit off but not so much that the read was unpleasant. I would like a constructed meter to follow for my eye. Sometimes that is just the way I am reading though.
Still, I'm happy to have read this wise tale.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Hi,

Thanks, maybe the poem is more of a very short story rather than a poem.
Very cool, your descriptions are spot on, these people do exists and are evident everywhere we go. Nice work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thank you Jack.
you paint a very stark yet vivid picture in so few words...An art in itself..I have come across these selfish people many times...This world unfortunately is riddled with them

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very nice. The last line was exceptionally powerful. I know these people and I get it. I get that they are baffled, unable to understand their offenses. It is very sad.


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Only at the end do some question their lives. Thanks for commenting.
wow

Posted 11 Years Ago


Have you ever tried your hand at prose (short stories, novels, etc)? You seem to be really good at painting portraits of people in your poems. I think that could transfer to actual stories maybe.

Nice reference to Greek mythology with the fates cutting the thread.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Hi Naomi,

I am definitely working up to it. These little character sketches are my prac.. read more
Naomi Bloom

11 Years Ago

You're welcome. That's a fun way to practice.

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