Tuesday, March 22, 2011

the beast demands

the beast demands-
has demanded for eternity
and we give in to it
the blood and gore
weapons of the past
decorate the wall
blood-stained wall
now painted dark red
hide the ugliness of violent death

"he shuns the olden weapons
reaches for his light-sabre,
feeding the beast thus.."

23 comments:

Trulyfool said...

Gautami,

Our 'take' on warfare seems hand-in-hand.

How do you inter-related the quotations with the poems -- it's an interesting process.


Trulyfool

Helen said...

You have written a wise and profound piece ....

Brian Miller said...

may the light lead us out of the dark...

periwinkler said...

Nice poem! The outward beauty of the sword and shield can't deny the blood they have spilled. Say no to wars..

Tumblewords: said...

We do. Give in to it. Slow learners. A well written piece!

Big Sur Blogisphere said...

This time a rainbow warrior born
I claim it as my way
Not my task to render flesh torn
'Tis time for a brand new day
Now I put it all to very different end
I did not come back to kill and die
But to be a warrior among healing men
With the light of love in my eye

Onelove--Tiger Windwalker

marousia said...

Powerful poem - thank you for sharing

Myrna R. said...

I hope soon, we tame the beast. Unfortunately, it doesn't look that way. Your poem speaks volumes of truth.

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

Beasts can be so greedy - the root of all evil!

Nice One Shot, Gautami!

Lolamouse said...

What does the beast fear that he is so angry? Where is his sadness that he continues to lash out? When will the madness stop?

jabblog said...

I like your response to the prompt. War is so often glorified, often quite unintentionally.

flaubert said...

If only the light would lead us out of the dark. A wise poem indeed, Gautami.

Pamela

Jinksy said...

Nothing can hide the ugliness of violent death...

Elaine said...

There is always so much depth to your writing. Much is said with an economy of words. Good writing!

Joanna said...

The Beast, eat or be eaten. Tough choice, unless you simultaneously yield your arms. Here's to hope. In this day, killing for convenience starts early.

Well written and thoughtful piece.

violet said...

Intriguing! I sense a story behind the graphic yet symbolic picture you paint.

versebender said...

The beast is insatiable...this was very well done. Vb

Hope said...

Wonderfully written piece!

Shashi said...

The beast demands... and very apt that you reach out for Sabre.. I liked it vry much Gautami.
Thanks for sharing...



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gautami tripathy said...

The quotations are my own. It is my signature, u can say, the way I keep those separated from the poem..

Glenn Buttkus said...

I recognized the quote
as your voice; I agree this
is a very powerful statement,
muscular poetics, for the beast
bursts from within us all,
carried like our god force,
hidden behind organs, sometimes
surfing through our blood as it
boils, as it pounds in our temples,
or in the temples of the Infidels.

RNSANE said...

I think the beast is going to need creative farming rather than weapons of mass destruction to keep it fed.

Great poetry, though!

Mine is at:

http://rnsane.blogspot.com/2011/03/magpie-tales-58-eve-before-battle-march.html

Tess Kincaid said...

If we could only tame the beast.