listen to the world gone shallow
spirit is hunted as well haunted
dreams that soared are now sour
weeds take over reason tenuously
clamouring to get a hold, thriving
in the aftermath. thorns of combat
pierce all but the one who started it
closing his eyes, he refuses to budge.
“war goes on, it has from time immemorial”
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Wrote this short piece for Cafe Writing October Project Option five where one has to choose at least 3 words from the following and include those in an essay, story or poetry:
dream, weed, spirit, listen, crisp, shallow, tenuous, mischievous
Posting this for Monday Poetry Train too...
The link will be live in about five minutes, and Gautami, I'm so sorry, I thought I'd left a comment inviting you to play!
ReplyDeleteBut you found us anyway, and I'm glad :)
This is so strongly stated, and so true!
ReplyDeleteI especially like this~
"dreams that soared are now sour
weeds take over reason tenuously"
Well done!
poignant and well done!
ReplyDeletethe greatness of human spirit is never to give up. Scared, and the ultimate sacrifice carries on the ideology of a future society. That we shall move forward to dream more and achieve more, and fight of more enemies of the mind.
ReplyDeleteInteresting concept and very clever of you!! Well done.
ReplyDeleteI'm here via Michele today, so hello from her and hello from me!!
u r always great with ur verses!
ReplyDeleteKeshi.
I think it would be fun to be in that class! :)
ReplyDelete"clamouring to get a hold, thriving
ReplyDeletein the aftermath."
Beautiful.
Well said! These may not be the best of times?
ReplyDeleteFabulous! This was deliciously profound:
ReplyDelete"thorns of combat
pierce all but the one who started it"
Man if this isn't true.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
An apt description of the times we live in and done without pointing fingers, very diplomatic. In my opinon this is a wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks for letting me know about the link to my blog. I forgot to capitalize the director name and that seems to be an important factor with my server. *shrugging shoulders*
ReplyDeleteThe Incurable Disease of Writing
Poignant! Piercing! And wonderfully composed. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteweeds among reason..........no better way to say it.....well stated and bravo!......
ReplyDeleteSo true. So painful. Gorgeous!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful! Thank you for your comment. :) Trip is up but I'm still sick...argh!
ReplyDeleteWOnderful poem. Interesting concept, that class sounds very interesting.
ReplyDeleteWonderful Poem! Well put, well done!
ReplyDeleteEach line is equally beautiful and meaningful.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful, Gautami! So true!
ReplyDeleteHey, thanks for introducing me to Cafe Writing - what a great idea! I love writing prompts, experimental forms, etc.
ReplyDeleteI love the sounds in these lines:
"listen to the world gone shallow
spirit is hunted as well haunted
dreams that soared are now sour"
This is very powerful! I really like these lines:
ReplyDeletepierce all but the one who started it closing his eyes, he refuses to budge.
I wish this wasn't so true!