Skyline ~ #Poetics @dVersePoets
You can smell it in the air
much like the scent of fear
lingers long after the beat-down
Purples bleed to blue
bleed to black
the same way the bruises
silhouette against skin
not prepared to defend
against attack.
Rubber soled sneakers
false sense of protection
the offended
much like Mother Nature
in their refusal to see reason
Their numbers
so much greater than my own
content to live a life of simple ignorance
blaming the world for their problems
I should have kept my mouth shut
Now...
it is the tear drops
like so much heavy rain
that drips salt upon the wounds
While they stand
beneath their group umbrella
safety in numbers
sheltering the one
I stepped to defend.
Far in the distance
the sky lights
I remain
broken on asphalt
counting the seconds
until the thunder roars
watching my essence
bleed red into storm sewers
and wondering who's the victor.
~NH
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"counting the seconds
until the thunder roars
watching my essence
bleed red into storm sewers"
but then again, as I read the poem a couple more times I am not sure it is about a rainstorm at all. Hmmmm. I will come back later and see if anyone catches what I haven't.
which makes it more frightening.
In one pass, it tells me of a physical confrontation. I, a late witness, unsure of the details of the provocation, even uncertain as to the exact allegiancies of the parties, but there they are, stark. In another read, it tells me metaphorically quite exactly of an online blow up, an unexpected flaming I experienced this week. Then a fresh consideration, and I'm off somewhere much darker.
It's an unfolding, an evolving, an emerging eureka! Superb!
esp liked,
"I remain
broken on asphalt
counting the seconds
until the thunder roars"
yea, one often wonders who is really victor under nature's wide umbrella...
nice piece tashtoo, thank you!