Monday, October 24, 2011

The Dark Passenger


Rocked in the tremors of night
I glance
And shiver at the shadow
That pulls those oars,
And battles with waves,
Steeled among pillars of roars.

~Do I steer or drown?~

Shackled in rings of fissures
I strive
And jab at his jaws
Or dope him into ropes
And count for the punch that’ll knock
Half of my horror into light.

[Written in the Puente form, as explained at the Mini-Challenge for Sunday at Real Toads]

14 comments:

Kenia Cris said...

Beautiful, especially the way you ended it. It would be really great if all horror could be turned into light.

Take care and keep smiling.

Peter Goulding said...

God, I'm glad I don't have those dreams. A very Gothic take and it works well.

Kay L. Davies said...

I like this, Abin.
"Or dope him into ropes
And count for the punch"
These words remind me of one of my heroes, a man who refused to be ignored by the world.

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

shawnacymariekiker said...

i really enjoyed this. the imagery is somewhere in that hazy jungle of metaphor and surrealism. and it's a powerful place.
i'm liking this form more and more.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Wow! This is a powerful piece! You delivered an unexpected change after the bridge, and the rhetorical question raised very interesting ideas.

Marian said...

yikes, here's to more light!

Susie Clevenger said...

Wow! How Gothic...I am falling more and more in love with this poetic form as I read each poets writings.

Laurie Kolp said...

Nice... I especially like the last two lines, Abin.

Lillian Susan Thomas said...

What a powerful piece! I esp. like the way you use the verbs to catapult the poem into the heavens, you are a master wordsmith, sir.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Such powerful writing, Abin. I must investigate this form - you have used it so intriguingly.

zongrik said...

"do i steer or drown" shows that no matter what, we still can make our own choices, choose our own destiny

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Interesting!

Thank you for alerting me to this form.

Robert said...

It's a very strange poem I see. A fight with God?

Abin Chakraborty said...

more a conflict between 2 halves of the self...