Murals on walls are torn with claws,
That are splattered with webbings of red.
Hidden among advertised alleys of filth
Tears too are pebbles on sand.
So how should I pray with burst-open veins
To clouds of uncremated bones?
Pinned through my heart by pincers of loss,
My streets now are seasoned with hate.
Light so now thickens with shadows of dead
That bristle with shame and gobble our days
With filigree of ashes and smoke.
Chequered and charred with ensanguined mist
We search for a surge that is must.
17 comments:
Wonderfully creative lament.
So many beautiful lines throughout, Abin. I really like this one!
My streets now are seasoned with hate.
awesome...
the surge will come...hold on
this is so beautiful...this line in particular wrapped around my heart "Tears too are pebbles on sand."
"Tears too are pebbles on sand." So beautiful and poignant a poem, Abin.
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LOVE your poem...exquisite and as laurie says beautiful lines throughout...the one about tears as pebbles on the sand really captured my heart.
Nice one.
"Hidden among advertised alleys of filth
Tears too are pebbles on sand."
so poignant.
It feels nice to read it aloud too. Each word is just so powerful and strong!
BAM!
Excellent!
An amazing write, Abin. I like this SO much!
K
Your first couplet grabs me..whew what images your pen writes...I am chilled with the shadows of death and charred with mist ~
Nice to see you Abin ~
Abin, each stanza is intense, has its own strength, though often painful; I could not choose a favorite.
powerful.
You always provide a many-layered poem, with exceptional imagery.
I agree with Kerry about the layering technique in this one, dark and frustrated, in your face and closing in by the second. Great writing.
What a lot of anguish! Harrowing...
"My streets are now seasoned with hate" I know the feeling! Sorry for not stopping by earlier last week.
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