Sole Survivor
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| From Terry @Mobius Faith |
Dawn is haunting in a city that never sleeps
It becomes more so when suddenly you are swallowed by silence.
No drunken laughter as couples stroll through the gray
giggling of all they shouldn't do...but will
Now...they stroll silent
And the Paddy Wagon Pub that never closes carries a stench worse than stale ale
The chosen one wears a crown of invincibility against the rolling quiet
Though their calling will not be recognized till day break
When the sound of morning traffic and racing deadlines
Fails to show up to start internal blinders through a cup of morning chaos that has become the norm
Chaos has taken to the streets and the only way to salvation is to climb
High above the wounded, the dying, the dead who live below
Caught somewhere between prayers and the unknown, the gaslight burns on high
A flickering metaphor for the new day you hope will dawn
As you lay your head on a dusty and forgotten tar paper pillow
wondering just how blessed you really are.
Claudia is bringing Terry of Mobius Faith by for a visit to Poetics today. If you want to see some fantastic images chosen to inspire your pen...I urge you visit...gonna be a good show! Linking up with dVerse at 3pmEST...see you there!
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High above the wounded, the dying, the dead who live below...that's the key line for me here..the connection to the glass house, the trying to find some peace in the hectic around us...great take on the pic tash
Chaos has taken to the streets and the only way to salvation is to climb
High above the wounded, the dying, the dead who live below
Caught somewhere between prayers and the unknown, the gaslight burns on high
A flickering metaphor for the new day you hope will dawn
A flickering metaphor for the new day you hope will dawn" is just perfect.
Really well done. Love what you did here.
wondering just how blessed you really are."
I always enjoy reading your work and especially like the way this one ends :)
"Chaos has taken to the streets and the only way to salvation is to climb
High above the wounded, the dying, the dead who live below"
absoltuely loved this part...
great choice of words, wonderful imagery.
High above the wounded, the dying, the dead who live below
This is so redolent of what we see of life today.
You encapsulate so much so economically in this poem.