From the rain that did fall
There came a stain on the wall
A dark spot buried in the board
That struck a deep emotional chord
A vacilating countenance, in wood, you could see
Caused by a change in humidity
A face, that would predict the happenings of the day
One fallen from grace, some would say
A simple darkening in the grain
Which would predict joy or pain
When with a frown it was clad
What would follow was always sad
When the visage appeared enraged
That day, all hell would be engaged
When a smile it displays
It would foretell of better days
From one's own mind it did declare
Whether happieness or despair
Like a Rorschach card it would project
One's soul, that one tries to protect
With brushes and soap we tried to erase
The vestiges of this Mephistophelian face
But with each intrepid try
Darker would become the demonic dye
When to the spot people grew near
From its look they would turn in fear
Because of people's dire dread
The blemish was hidden behind a bed
Still, the curious would steal a glance
That their future they could see, perchance
But in pursuing this Cassandran romance
With their own ghost they would dance
Watching a movie that you know the end
Knowing things from which you can not defend
Of all, the worst terror comes from inside
Like the spot, our fears, we can not, but try to hide
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sorenbarrett (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was an event that happened years ago in my house in Brazil as attested to by my children. After completing the poem I looked up and found a story by E.V. Lucas called “The face on the wall” written many years ago that bears a strange similarity. There is nothing new under the sun. Cassandra in Greek mythology was given the gift of prophesy but the inability to alter what would happen or convince others of its validity
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Hey Soren - a missed opportunity: (I'm assuming others could see it, not just you and family): Some serious publicity, charge an admission fee (or maybe a tithe) and what have you? a steady income or a new religion.....😇!!!
Thanks Dave the thought had passed my mind. Rented a room to a church once that were selling land in heaven and if one did not have enough money to buy a plot they would sell you a chair. All the good thoughts are already taken.
Brilliant!
'Like a Rorschach card it would project
One's soul, that one tries to protect
With brushes and soap we tried to erase
The vestiges of this Mephistophelian face
But with each intrepid try
Darker would become the demonic dye
When to the spot people grew near
From its look they would turn in fear'
Thanks so much L.B. for the review of this tale.
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