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There is a light on..
if it is a lamp
I decrease by lessening shades of ever night
If it is a being,
I retreat
From vapor sting
Of foul breaths to eyes
My camouflage none
But naked self and instinct
And into the deep holes
And crevasse
Of a land rich
With nothing sovereign
It’s only King
Cruelty and self
My pallor is shot
This atmosphere has left thick residue
(Ash and grey)
I have morphed into a refugee
I wear the cloak of ruggedness
I own the heart of fear
I consider my last moments here ..
what memories might come to mind?
Thoughts of home ..
a distance so heartbreaking to travel
My family ...
faces like ghosts
It moves my insanity so
that I cannot remember their touch
Chambers:
I am moving blood
And dust
Pumping one ..
to put off the other
I find no need for sacrifice
The little goat would do me no good
It’s bleating a cry out to nothing
It’s slaughter would do me no good
But to lend fat to my skin and bones
And forward my march
Into another day
One I might be too weary to exist in
If it were not the fear
Of the pain that will carry me into death
if it is a lamp
I decrease by lessening shades of ever night
If it is a being,
I retreat
From vapor sting
Of foul breaths to eyes
My camouflage none
But naked self and instinct
And into the deep holes
And crevasse
Of a land rich
With nothing sovereign
It’s only King
Cruelty and self
My pallor is shot
This atmosphere has left thick residue
(Ash and grey)
I have morphed into a refugee
I wear the cloak of ruggedness
I own the heart of fear
I consider my last moments here ..
what memories might come to mind?
Thoughts of home ..
a distance so heartbreaking to travel
My family ...
faces like ghosts
It moves my insanity so
that I cannot remember their touch
Chambers:
I am moving blood
And dust
Pumping one ..
to put off the other
I find no need for sacrifice
The little goat would do me no good
It’s bleating a cry out to nothing
It’s slaughter would do me no good
But to lend fat to my skin and bones
And forward my march
Into another day
One I might be too weary to exist in
If it were not the fear
Of the pain that will carry me into death
Published 7th Nov 2020
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7th Nov 2020 5:51pm
Your voice is one of the most evolved, exuding natural confidence, talent, honed into skill, on site. Metaphors fluid, voice composed, line, stanza and meter paced. Masterful.
7th Nov 2020 9:40pm
7th Nov 2020 7:33pm
I loved the raw honesty of this Jennifer.
My camouflage none
But naked self and instinct
That couplet, especially, drills into the subconscious as a reminder of what we should all depend upon—not sacrifices burning into the night; but, our own innate directional compass and homing device. It will never fail us. The melancholia of this was palpable.
My camouflage none
But naked self and instinct
That couplet, especially, drills into the subconscious as a reminder of what we should all depend upon—not sacrifices burning into the night; but, our own innate directional compass and homing device. It will never fail us. The melancholia of this was palpable.
7th Nov 2020 9:41pm
7th Nov 2020 8:36pm
-I find no need for sacrifice
The little goat would do me no good
It’s bleating a cry out to nothing
It’s slaughter would do me no good
But to lend fat to my skin and bones
And forward my march
Into another day
One I might be too weary to exist in
If it were not the fear
Of the pain that will carry me into death-
I second the above comments, resoundingly. This is just stunning work. The above stanzas are so incredibly resonant, and I felt each word. Beautifully done 💜.
The little goat would do me no good
It’s bleating a cry out to nothing
It’s slaughter would do me no good
But to lend fat to my skin and bones
And forward my march
Into another day
One I might be too weary to exist in
If it were not the fear
Of the pain that will carry me into death-
I second the above comments, resoundingly. This is just stunning work. The above stanzas are so incredibly resonant, and I felt each word. Beautifully done 💜.
7th Nov 2020 9:41pm
27th Nov 2020 4:25am
This is the ultimate futuristic poem. It took me into the flesh and darkness of a far off time when life wanes into night breaths. And you gave it that raw power your poetry exudes. Hauntingly prophetic and filled with your heart song even with the pallor of night encroaching.
XoXoXo
John
XoXoXo
John
