A raw and redemptive,
jagged lullaby wrapped
in grit and grace.
Confronting primal origins
of beauty, tracing how chaos,
trauma, and history's rough edges
are not just background noise,
but the very instruments
in life’s symphony.
Pain isn’t just a prelude to joy—
it’s part of the composition.
This poem, insistent:
what is beautiful isn’t
in spite of the brokenness,
but because of it.
That’s where its power hits hardest—
where rock and roll meets requiem,
and we stand, animal, mostly human,
made whole through noise and nerve.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Let’s go a bit salty today (is that the right term?)and save for tomorrow the bright sunny poem.
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Comments10
It is contrast that makes for interest and catches the eye and ear. Achromatic music that catches the ear, a change in beat or rhythm, change in any form from chromatic to dystonic scales, textural changes in sensation mountains to plains, sharp to smooth, a lullaby changed to tunnel throat screams and pig whistles the animal in man. It is the change in color that makes a painting, the twists in a movie, the surprise ending in a poem. It is in difference that we find unity and in music or people the strength lies in the differences and together they bring resolution. A lovely write my friend
At first I thought that is an accurate description of modern man, but should if known better there is more to this write than meets the eye, in our differences we can find agreement and a way forward, to ensure a better life for all, enjoyed the read
Indeed, and such a beautiful meeting as all meetings are hoped to be wherein agreement is forged, found, and fostered. Thank you dear friend. 🕊️🙏🏻
You are very welcome
The silent majority persists even into the latest century, mid-decade...
Aye, salty be the right term, matey! Arg! Like a salt dog, yer poem really stirred the rock-n-roll in me! 🤣🏴☠️ Okay, the play on salty over, loved this my friend. Excellent job! 🌹👏
Haha! Thanks brother🙏🏻🕊️
You are most welcome, brother! And make that a saltY 🐶 😂
Thanks @Tristan for the Fave, first one today 🙏🏻🕊️
I said in my heart concerning the estate of the sons of men, that God might manifest them, and that they might see that they themselves are beasts.
May it be so🕊️🙏🏻
How we get on here these days if we are MOSTLY human? And since when was [insert name; mine if you like. lol] human?!
Maybe we are more dancer than human...perhaps
I like the harshness of this poem.It reflects reality as it is. There is beauty and brokenness. A wonderful expression of the human condition. Well written
Thanks David, harshness is a bit of a challenge to put to paper. So this is quite an important observation that you so welcomely make. I always respect unapologetic and unglamourised harshness and realistic poems. Most appreciated.🕊️🙏🏻
We are made whole though life's experiences arqios.
Andy
An essential truth learnt a bit late in life. But happy to have learnt it before it was too late. Thanks Andy🙏🏻🕊️
Salt is more essential for life , and broken things can be joined to make a wholly new substance
Creative thinking here 🤔
Thanks you Safina. A am deeply appreciative of your valued insight. 🕊️🙏🏻
glad to know that you find it valuable
thanks - have a beautiful weekend
You too!
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