Disowned...

Wrangling with stasis, 

As it menaces 

Meaninglessness, dangling

The lacquered idyll

As dreaded trophy

For having journeyed far

Through Falsehood's strange land, 

And, reeling now from the revelry

Rent asunder, in a Pandoran

Counter-attack, Truth

Reclaims its penchant

For reverberating with the urgency

Of dauntless, disowned decibels...

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Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Sun 15th Jun 2025 13:52

Rolph, thank you so much for your beautiful analysis, you've made me consider new layers of meaning! I'm always honoured that you take the time to think so deeply about the poems. And thank you for all the encouragement! 😊

Rolph David

Sun 15th Jun 2025 10:06

Your poem strikes a deep chord, Holden, with its bold exploration of struggle and revelation. The way you weave dense, striking imagery brings to life the tension between illusion and reality. I especially loved the powerful alliteration in “dauntless, disowned decibels”—it adds a rhythmic urgency that really drives the theme home. It’s a compelling and richly crafted piece—thank you for sharing your voice.
Regards,
Rolph








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