Lines against Storms
Blowing storm, recalling whistling wind
Reaching my ears, while it comes closer
Phrases carrying on, having no end
As tempest crawled to my door locker,
Reaching my ears, while it comes closer
Phrases carrying on, having no end
As tempest crawled to my door locker,
Heart beating, racing the incident
Warning my lines of forcing smasher
Its role must be accomplished
Absolutely with no compassion,
Warning my lines of forcing smasher
Its role must be accomplished
Absolutely with no compassion,
Sentences are being linked
As meaning getting warmer
Shielding bleeding ink
From outsider torture,
Yet, the terrified moment occurred
Swallowed each speaking sheet’s corner
Though all copies stil kept, and heard
For every part of me, is a recorder.
Swallowed each speaking sheet’s corner
Though all copies stil kept, and heard
For every part of me, is a recorder.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 23rd Aug 2010 11:08
Perhaps I get a bit mixed in the syntax, but the overall meaning is dynamic with some dramatic imagery in the general metaphor. Excellent are 'Shielding bleeding ink' and 'each speaking sheet's corner'. I love the essence of an 'eeee' scream in it. The poem certainly requires more than one reading. Like Andy, I find the final line 'For every part of me is a recorder' is a powerful conclusion. This poem should have much more shared response.