it’s easy to see desperation
in the eyes of a stranger
not so easy to turn your heart
to granite and slouch by,
but you’ve managed it
you spin your stories
how they’ve wasted their lives,
that they’ve cracked their minds
on drugs, cheapened their bodies
you concern yourself
with how dirty they are,
not ash on their skins
but the oily residue
of urban life
if only they were clean
you tell yourself
but the truth is
you are afraid
afraid that they will screw you
as you’ve screwed them
you fear the revolution
that they’ll rise
and throw you to the ground
from the corporate parapets
you think protect you
but when the revolution of your soul comes
when all worldly concerns are cleansed
you will not find yourself
in the presence of light
/ / /
This poem was written in response to Wordle 18 at The Sunday Whirl.
An ominous poem and a great use of the wordle, Richard. Well done.
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Traci, thank you. Ominous is such a great word.
Richard
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That last line drives the nails in, Richard. Karma. It’s good to see you back in strong poetic form. ๐
~Brenda
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Brenda, thank you. It’s good to be back. I’ve missed your wordles.
Richard
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A poem of deep insight, perfect for the wordle. So good to have you back. Tell all your little darlings, “Hi,” from the poetry circle. It’s going to be a great school year.
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Mike, thank you so much. It’s good to be back. I’ll be sure to say “Hi” to them for you. They’ll just look at me like I’m crazy, but I get that a lot.
Richard
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It’s really good to see you Richard. But, reading you is better, lol. Strong imagery in this one and, I believe, a direct hit with the focus. I love the line about the revolution of soul. Not many face off with that reality, and run to avoid it. Thanks much for your comments on my site. Have missed seeing you,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
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Elizabeth, thank you. Your comments made me laugh – “reading you is better”. Thanks for that. It feels good to be back, reading and writing again. I’ve missed it and all you wonderful people. I don’t know that I can catch up, so I’m just going to jump back into the poetry stream and swim.
Richard
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Oh, and this is why we all have missed you so. Love the last stanza…the revolution of the soul…and the sad reality of not finding one’s self in the light…..
Welcome back, my friend! ๐
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Paula, thanks. It’s good to be back reading and writing – and in the company of such good friends. Glad you liked the poem.
Richard
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Oh, Richard, you know this poem is like ambrosia to me. It’s true about the revolution not being televised – since all the corporations own the stations… there’s another poem in there.
Great use of the Wordle; you really managed to create a brilliant political and socio-economic commentary here. Loved every word. Peace, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/08/26/thirteen-ways-of-looking-at-men/
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Amy, thanks. Yeah, I thought this one might appeal to you. Glad you liked it.
Richard
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