A raw and redemptive,
a 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) (
Offline) - Published: July 5th, 2025 05:24
- 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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Comments1
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
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