To You who art
To me, when I see
The made star night
Looming, enfolding,
Displacing the confusion
Of maps and charts.
A darkness that is as light
As the day when
The sweat and the blood
Tasted by a dying thief
Glistened, glistened, glistened,
While the hot sky
Darkened, darkened, darkened.
No star was seen
But looming,
Falling, falling, was felt
The anger, displaced
From me to You
Who art.
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Devon Brock
Tue 16th Jul 2019 21:12
Fish, I had an inkling as to the subject of this poem, and your response confirms my reading of it. At the time I read this one, I was a bit exhausted shall I say. Thank you.
D
Thank -you - Keith
Maybe it leads to and through the veil that was torn from top to bottom.
Thank you Devon - good to be praised by someone who gets the importance of structure and rhythm in poetry. It would surprise me if indeed you didn't know the story behind it. But then perhaps these days it could be.
Go well
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Devon Brock
Sat 13th Jul 2019 16:02
Fish, the opacity of this poem is wonderful and as Keith said, intriguing. The rhythms are solid and build to crescendo'ed repetition of "glistening" and "darkened". Pressure and release, one of the hallmarks of great music. I, for one, don't need to know the story behind this. Don't want to, really. I find my own meaning in it. Thanks.
D
A curious poem with undertones which need unravelling. I shall have to read this a few times as I am intrigued. It seems to be leading the reader somewhere and I have my suspicions where....
Thank you for this
Keith
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Lisa C Bassignani
Tue 16th Jul 2019 21:22
From the darkness there shall be light.