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Sunday, August 27, 2017

In-Sense



 In-Sense 

I list, hammer in hand pummeled
by the winds blown on the shores 
of convergence, the stench of rancid 
wretched refuse rotting burns my eyes - 
gusts gale across rivers, hatred unburied 
sends swollen bodies gangrened and 
grinning tumbling from this desperate 
dump of demonism - and I hesitate for
but a nanosecond - until I stand -straight
and swing - hard - the crack of my own
forehead satisfying as optical nerve 
hemorrhages and finally, finally -    
once more all turns rosy again - 
as I stand on the sun fingered 
shore and protect in the only 
way I see possible - my vision 
as into the epic frame of future 
 bloodied hammer in hand fall -
before it is too late to 
choose 

15 comments:

  1. Oh dear, that is visceral... wonderfully witten.

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  2. What a an unexpected cruel treatment you gave yourself here, luckily I see they are your response to the wordle words and nothing too serious to worry about!

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  3. Oh, wow. This is excellent! I love these:

    "pummeled
    by the winds blown on the shores
    of convergence, the stench of rancid
    wretched refuse rotting burns my eyes"

    "the crack of my own
    forehead satisfying"

    ~Shawna

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  4. What a terrible world we live in... I really hope we can find our way back to something where we have made hate obsolete

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  5. This is such a timely poem, Pearl! "Desperate dump of demonism" indeed.

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  6. What a sense-sational poem. I cannot tell if you are protecting yourself and your home from a hurricane or it you are protecting yourself from the cruelties of weather. Either way, this is a memorable poem and reads better the more I read it

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  7. " the crack of my own
    forehead satisfying as optical nerve
    hemorrhages and finally, finally -
    once more all turns rosy again - "

    Perhaps choices are not going to be that impossible. I think of this, though, as I age, what kind of choice I'll end up with. Scary poem of inhuman strength.

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  8. Protecting one's vision into the future seems wise, at this point. Nicely done, Pearl.

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  9. Wow! You used these words to excellent advantage, Pearl. The image of the bloodied hammer stays with me.

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  10. Wow, such strong-minded decisiveness and courage!

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  11. The alliterations work wonder here. "desperate / dump of demonism" is my favorite of them & timely.

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  12. Very effective use of alliteration to hammer home the dreadful images and the desperate escape measures.

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