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look
you
you are no boundary
no
claim now
no hold
upon the lands
sweet
waters not for you
clouds
distant
trace
no shape
upon
any long path
your
breath shall be as dust
groans
riddling the earth
unbroken
by the many winds
a curse
to those beyond
behold
desires
consumed in moon light
thoughts
betrayed anew
bound
in your candle’s glow
and
there the living sacrifice
a dwelling holocaustA new poem for the Poetry Pantry
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Well observed & strongly stated, Steve. I am wondering if that is a photo that you have taken.
ReplyDeletethat image of the living holocaust ...well written
ReplyDeletei like the telling images in the last stanza...
ReplyDeleteSuch strong images here!
ReplyDeleteSo much sadness in this tale.. it reads like a dark prayer almost... and that shocking holocaust metaphor tin the end.
ReplyDeleteYou have touched the core of darkness and I wonder about the manifestation of words and images. Sad and filled with sense of lost hope.
ReplyDeleteA haunting poem - I agree that the last verse particularly is sobering and apocalyptic
ReplyDeletea definite sense of foreboding and mystery. well crafted.
ReplyDeleteSuch a darkness to this poem. I wonder then, your inspiration? But even without explanation you have truly captured a mood of emptiness, desolation and foreboding.
ReplyDeleteAppreciaate your blog post
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