Sunday, February 17, 2013

In My Life




in my life
pages burn with thorns
once adorned with petals
now naked, shameless
steering the ship
on a journey long lost
questions that answer
with concocted lies
in the midst of whirlpool
an oceanic fire
the demons rise
one, two, three and a thousand
shadowing the horizon
with ugly stares
that darken the nights
of fear and tear
and I run
and run
in cylindrical maze
sinking in the abyss
where truth unfolds
and hope unfurls

darkness brings light
where I stand up
and learn to fight



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44 comments:

  1. This really sounds like a nightmare:

    "the demons rise
    one, two, three and a thousand
    shadowing the horizon
    with ugly stares"

    Very vivid writing!

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  2. This flows smoothly from line to line and I like the power in the end...the beginning caught me...I pictured a rose petal rudder on the ship of which you steer...I know that's not there but it is what I thought of. Beautiful poem!!

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  3. Such strong words, gut wrenching, but in the end the grit is there,,,
    "where I stand up
    and learn to fight"
    Love it,,, :-)

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  4. too easy to lie, too easy to run--this poem sets a real challenge

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  5. pages burn with thorns
    once adorned with petals

    and the ending so powerful! A journey, this poem, of life and lessons learned. Wow.

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  6. One of your darker pieces but there is sometimes beauty in the melancholy

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  7. Our demons teach us to fight ... the missing piece in my puzzle ... why didn't I think of that myself ... I'll remember that for future reference, Mr. G ... great friend of mine ...

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    1. I am glad the puzzle fits perfectly now :-)

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  8. Amazing flow of words ! so much said in a perfect tangle of words . That was one remarkable piece of writing ! :)

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  9. So vivid..I love the ending...darkness brings light
    where I stand up and learn to fight

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  10. Powerful, from the heart and a great ending.

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  11. Again another wonderful poem! Darkness brings light, where I stand up and learn to fight - thank goodness for the light!

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  12. Can we really run from demons who live with in, your poem brings up an important problem. But I like the way it ends on a positive note.

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    1. We have to be positive in our fights :-)

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  13. A striking example of free verse, with many quotable lines and a strong finish. I especially like 'oceanic fire.'

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  14. Your finale surprised me. Strong and filled with images of darkest night, your words convey metamorphosis of sorts.

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  15. Strong, powerful words, dark and challenging in equal measure... we all have our fights to fight, our demons to face, our fears to conquer...

    A gritty write, but the end offers hope..

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  16. Love the way you weave such intense poetry and never fail to end it with resurgent hope...Wonderful as always!!

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    1. Thanks for encouraging me always Reshma :-)

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  17. An intense piece. A poem of survival and strength. Fantastic Speck.

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  18. My goodness, that was deep! Thanks so much for joining in this weeks Carry On Tuesday

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  19. What a nightmare. I felt I was running, too, so thankful for the light.

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  20. Well I was imagining pirates of Caribbean and Amrit with a sword...:P

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    1. Wow ... what an imagination !!! :-P

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