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Insistent Words
I write without reason,
I write for any season,
for it is always winter
within my heart...
It hearkens without calling,
I creep without crawling,
so heavy for the lilting
phrases I keep...
In silence the words,
drawling in decorative pallor;
need not any reasons to
command valor,
For they are their own
reconnaisance...
To let them sing is to
let them burn and sting;
oh, peril, the cauterization
of such a thing...
Yet, removed in remorse
and undone by such force
words carry on in due course...
Water soluble to wash away
the hubris of my last day
and my shell shall be
cleansed of this
debris;
this dirt;
insistent words...
I write for any season,
for it is always winter
within my heart...
It hearkens without calling,
I creep without crawling,
so heavy for the lilting
phrases I keep...
In silence the words,
drawling in decorative pallor;
need not any reasons to
command valor,
For they are their own
reconnaisance...
To let them sing is to
let them burn and sting;
oh, peril, the cauterization
of such a thing...
Yet, removed in remorse
and undone by such force
words carry on in due course...
Water soluble to wash away
the hubris of my last day
and my shell shall be
cleansed of this
debris;
this dirt;
insistent words...
Published 23rd Jan 2017
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24th Jan 2017 9:42am
Love this, PR:
'for it is always winter
within my heart... '
The whole thing was an exceptional expression of
poetry...
'for it is always winter
within my heart... '
The whole thing was an exceptional expression of
poetry...
25th Jan 2017 5:59am
24th Jan 2017 3:23pm
your words fall on you till set each one in its unique place;
it's a mosaic...
it's a mosaic...
I love that idea of a word mosaic, and I also like the word, ' mosaic '..... Thanks for the insightful comment.....
"always winter in my heart" - that reminds me of a poem I did maybe 2 years ago.
As the trees lose their leaves in winter they portray the Jews in the concentration camp during the Holocaust. as they are ordered to strip down, in order to take a shower.
As they undress they are herded into the shower room. But instead of water raining down
from the spigot, only gas came down, whitish gas descended like snow, except it was gas.
Yes, as the snow in any winter comes down it portrays the poison gas used by the Nazis
in their satanic scheme to extermine the Jews.
As the trees lose their leaves in winter they portray the Jews in the concentration camp during the Holocaust. as they are ordered to strip down, in order to take a shower.
As they undress they are herded into the shower room. But instead of water raining down
from the spigot, only gas came down, whitish gas descended like snow, except it was gas.
Yes, as the snow in any winter comes down it portrays the poison gas used by the Nazis
in their satanic scheme to extermine the Jews.
5th Mar 2017 6:34pm
Thank you, this comment really made me think, and it made me realize that the unheard victims could be trying to speak through the living, and that could be a source of ' insistent words ' in our minds....
4th Mar 2017 11:37pm
Loved the last stanza of this piece. Well written from start to finish, thanks for sharing.
5th Mar 2017 6:37pm
9th Mar 2017 5:05am
The first stanza drew me in immediately...
The rest of the poem is equally beautiful, I really love this one!
The rest of the poem is equally beautiful, I really love this one!
9th Mar 2017 6:26am
