Thursday, September 9, 2010

It's Done

Violent Screaming
Over and Over
Rage
Uncontrollable
threatens to engulf this house
of silence
and Zen
he's gone

the lone occupant
weeping
over spilled dirt
torn leaves
broken glass
drops of red

wishing
it had been me
who had left
this perfect expression
of destruction
desecration
of well-loved property

instead
I just
SCREAM

I can't anymore

No tears
why cry
it's done
clean it up

pulling out my hair
sinking to the ground
tidy it up, hide it away

the house
of silence
and Zen
returns
chaos
is
done

13 comments:

  1. I really like "weeping over spilled dirt". Nice.

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  2. This is a great poem, but I particularly love the last stanza.

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  3. wow you broke the silence then brought us back to it...i could breathe once more at the end there...

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  4. i think there is a lot more broken than the flower pot and the silence. nice emotional piece.

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  5. Powerful images. I really liked this. You tell a larger tale in very few words. (And I can't help but relate to you since our profile pictures are SO similar.) Nice to meet you!
    Tina @ Life is Good

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  6. Very emotional. I'm with x. there's a lot more that's broken here. The scream speaks of sadness, loss, and frustration.

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  7. i think I have known that scream coming from my own throat.

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  8. the imagery in it was very good and powerful. I liked it.

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  9. Welcome Tina! Thank you! It's a frustration that I'm learning to overcome slowly through meditation and training my brain to look at it all as half full. & It won't matter in the end - the physical, emotional, spiritual spilled dirt.

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  10. I never understand poetry, though i liked this, its kind of dark

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  11. So, its done.

    Nice,
    short,
    crisp,
    and conveying.

    :)
    Cheers
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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