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...
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