I've been feeling like a schlep for such drivelly posting lately, so I thought I'd share a poem. Not that my poetry is anything stellar, but at least it's something a little more creative than electoral griping :D. I didn't date this but it was written fairly recently, at a time when I was feeling very overwhelmed about some things.
Now the mystery of why I don't write much poetry anymore will be solved. ;)
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Whump.
Whump.
Blunt strikes of a wrecking ball
Cave in a peaceful sanctuary.
Abrupt crumbling clatter
All around.
The shrill shriek
Of cinderblock on cinderblock.
A structure built with pure heart
Concerned only with beauty, serenity?
Inconsequential
And no match for brutal strikes
From quiet, unfounded malice.
Nothing to do but crumble
Under the force.
Try to protect what’s left
But the wrecker blows on
Blind, unfeeling
Pre-formed opinions
Of what is important
Of what is offensive
Only concerned with its own view
Its own aggressions.
Pausing on occasion
To allow false hope
That the onslaught has passed.
But as soon as the dust settles –
Whump.
Whump.
Until only rubble remains.
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2 days ago
6 comments:
Clew, you should write more poetry. This is wonderful and fully expresses feelings I have had in the past. Get out of my mind, girl! LOL
why does that show why you dont write much poetry anymore? i thought it was good :)
a spoon is right, and... you need to get out of my head, too. I have so been there.
WTF?
No, you leave us with much more of a mystery regarding the reasons why you don't write much poetry anymore, because you should!
yeah why don't you write poetry more often? You're good. The words here are so effectively abrasive that I can feel the emotions the author (you) feel. amazing.
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