This is actually one of my first bloodlust poems. Written in 2008. It's a little different but it was the beginning of the series so I decided to put it in the book as installment one. Thanks everyone for reading..xx
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Oh, that picture is so terrible. It makes me shudder. :) I disagree with Kittie on the lack of emotion. I think it fits the poem. It's bleak, narrated by someone who has given up. It casts a black cloud over the reader as it is read. I really liked the blunt, resigned tone. The only thing that struck me as strange was that the ending stanza rhymed, while the rest of the poem was very free. I mean, the rhymes worked really well, but I wasn't expecting the change. This could apply to any time and many situations, yet it's easy to see how it works with what's happening in today's world. It made me stop and think.
We go back to the disaster for sure. It's like drowning in a shallow pond. You keep your face in the water on purpose despite being able to get back up so easily. Deeply disturbing, but awesome nonetheless.
I say Coyote blowed the fish outta the water with his comment and said all that is needed to be said. And pretty hardcore King James bible quote, idk if I'd say it fits the subject of the poem though (but that's all perspective), not much of a bible man myself, but do agree with your meaning.
my CC contribution: well, nobody likes to hear it, nor do I, lol, but grammar is a frequent problem for our kind. mainly my only prob is just take out the second "is" in the second line and you're all good brother (except if this poem is based on a meter, then you will just need to add something in it's place or add to another word in the line). As for anything else, pretty well done bro.
Awesome work though man, really. Claps to you sir, claps to you.
Little hope in this poem. I do believe the world can be changed. The kids of the sixties and the seventies stop the cold war and Vietnam. The people got tire of the money being wasted. This generation need to take of nature and try to get the world in order. Can happen. I feel the pain of this generation. 40 million on welfare and foolish President will tell us. We are OK. Time to lay-off s****y leaders and start the mess over again. Less government and education is the way. Thank you for a excellent poem. Made me think.
Coyote
"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..