Crumbling
The edifice crumbles,
the artifice emerges,
the venerable scramble
to conserve a sliver
of sorcery, a morsel
of mockery, to muddy
a salutary catharsis,
lest the tributary
discovered dare lead
to a river of liberty.
Comments
Your poetry never crumbles, Holden, it's built to last!
Superb! Love the economy of style and the power of your diction, Holden.
<Deleted User> (33000)
Tue 18th Jan 2022 11:18
Enjoyed!
Yes, an intriguing poem. The edifice replaced by the artifice, with freedom still tantalisingly remote. It sets one thinking.
Holden,
This poem is the first I have read today and it speaks to me of what is taking place as society seems to be tipping on the edge of something none of us can properly articulate or predict. The first and last lines hold the keys. Your words seem to have inhabited my sub conscious for some time. This poem expresses my feelings at this moment.
Thank you for this
Keith
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Holden Moncrieff
Wed 19th Jan 2022 01:21
Thank you so much for the very kind comments, Keith, Stephen G., Leon, John, and Stephen A., they mean a lot, and I am truly grateful! 😊😊