Distorted memories illuminated by fears, cast shadows over years
Mourning what was once only pleasant and serene
Doubts and consternation form the foundation
Of your dilapidated dwelling,
Predetermined prejudice form the walls of your edifice
Keeping you from seeing the good anymore
In the wind's rails, rancorous nails
Anchor it to a shaky floor
In the wind of judgment it tips then dips
So you can't open the warped door
Twisted joists, corner posts and beams hoist
Fractured windows distorting images outside its core.
They like prisms refract, truth through a window cracked
Leaving only your false pride.
Blind in your mind
You distort everything in and outside
You look at the door you look at the floor.
How straight it does appear.,
But from outside you can not hide
It's not right, that's quite clear.
Each time it caves in you shore it up again,
Saying it's easier than starting anew.
In a rotten beam a pin, on a leaky roof a sheet of tin,
But no matter what, there's never enough glue.
The thunder you hear is your tin roof ripping clear
As it flaps in the breeze.
The rain that you smell is only the water from your well
But before you believe it hell will have to freeze.
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Comments3
love the impassioned, Fury
in your stanzas
but please take it all
with a pinch of salt, dear poet
we have to hope
we have a long way to go
before, our time ends
and so, we need
to pace ourselves:
“Grant me the serenity, to accept
the things I cannot change, the courage
to change the things I can
and the wisdom
to know the difference.”
Reinhold Niebuhr
Thank you L. B. your comments are so welcome. I often write to get a reaction and I love salt. Thanks so much for your valued input.
Oh my dear, what a masterpiece! You have struck at the very core of Prejudice with such stunning accuracy, willful blindness, tunnel vision, call it what you like, it distorts the mind and diminishes the soul. So very well thought out and written dear poet.
Thank you for your review Bella. I appreciate your kind words.
That line, "The rain that you smell is only the water from your well," is literally godlike. I mean zammm, that is one clever clever line. I love how you speak about human rights issues in your poems as I also like to prioritize that in my own works. It's so important in order to reach actual world peace. This is glorious!
Thank you so much for your review and generous words of encouragement.
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