Thursday, February 25, 2016

Final solution

Raised across the parapet of mind,
words frowned in distant gathering,
horizon-huddled holding to the edge
of possibility defined, waiting for

release upon the brooding ledge of
endless misunderstandings, restless
as they honed edges to deadly shine,
ready to cut without mercy; wielded

in a winnowing of mechanical fear,
compressing dry, cracked stalks of
hope into bales, tied for distant, ever
imagined Winters where life could

chew listlessly at  dried remnants
of what had once been lush, ebullient
green salvation, thrust from fallow
earth, reaching always for the distant

anxious sky where sullen blues held
court for scattered sunbeams, tripping
through realities which danced slowly
at the bidding of bestial breeze, and

delicate, whispering winds which
rattled hollow husks, bereft of fertile
grains, abandoned, sterile, grieving
in those fields of futures known,

and unknown, where Occam thoughts
spread like scythes, laying waste,
rendering, reducing potential harvest
in death knells of dusty, dirty dying;

so did the paddocks sigh piteously,
deprived of all which had been
promised, before the war within
demanded one last, final solution.

http://dversepoets.com/2016/03/03/open-link-night-167/#comment-107609

 

11 comments:

  1. I love this section:
    "waiting for

    release upon the brooding ledge of
    endless misunderstandings, restless
    as they honed edges to deadly shine,
    ready to cut without mercy"

    ReplyDelete
  2. I love the phrase 'words frowned in distant gathering' and the lines 'anxious sky where sullen blues held
    court for scattered sunbeams,' which convey the atmosphere of this poem so well.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Love this.. we are there indeed on the razor's edge...

    ReplyDelete
  4. Nice when the war within has a solution.
    Hope for such a happy ending for myself :)

    ReplyDelete
  5. delicate, whispering winds which
    rattled hollow husks, bereft of fertile
    grains, abandoned, sterile, grieving
    in those fields of futures known,

    Loved this part.. you write beautifully...!!

    ReplyDelete
  6. I too specially admire this part:

    whispering winds which
    rattled hollow husks, bereft of fertile
    grains, abandoned, sterile, grieving
    in those fields of futures known

    ReplyDelete
  7. "chew listlessly at dried remnants
    of what had once been lush, ebullient
    green salvation, thrust from fallow
    earth, reaching always for the distant"

    I read a lot of darkness - but a beautiful and soulful write. Welcome to OLN.

    ReplyDelete
  8. Rendered well. Enjoyed the honesty.

    ReplyDelete
  9. Oh, the power in each mighty stroke of words! Excellent, Roslyn! Walt

    ReplyDelete
  10. i suppose.. A reaSonoW..
    for poeTry iS to remind
    folks from age agO..
    EmoTioNs arE
    reaL
    when
    lost
    unfeeling
    words..:)

    ReplyDelete