Sunday, August 09, 2015

stinging the sin



 I chisel away the plaster
with that blindfold
I need to find that mirror to scry
before I hear someone cry 
of untold horrors just round the corner
a chill runs through me
and I recede to a corner
I can hear the rattle of a train 
passing by that creek

I know I have to find that mirror
instead I find a webcam
hidden in the recess of that wall

no wonder, foreboding had taken me over
I was catching up with someone's sin
that sin which invades the privacy of others

I hear a crushed soul crashing to ground 
with that drumbeat

"let me be blindfolded and smell the flowers
or is it smoke I am swallowing?"

26 comments:

Kathe W. said...

oh my- the last line says it all.

abandonedroost.com said...

I like how the rhyme adds to desperateness of it all.

DEE DEE said...

Nice take on the prompt

Loved the last line.

Maria said...

This is eerie, and very fitting for the picture.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Betrayal!

Jae Rose said...

perhaps to know someone's sin is both powerful and a burden..a very thought provoking poem..

annell said...

I love it all, right from the first line....

Gail said...

Wow. Not a place I would want to be but I wish I had written the words.

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Sherry Blue Sky said...

Such a powerful write, and a thought-provoking topic. Well done, Guatami!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Agreed with Sherry, quite a powerful poem :)

christopher said...

We keep writing as if it makes a difference.
I hope it is as deep as it seems,
this ocean beneath our leaky boats -
and that the bailing can is sufficient.
In the distance there are dolphins.

Charleen said...

This is a poem that terrifies. Nice work!

Gillena Cox said...

Ah the power of the future revealed. To sense is one aspect, to see another burden, to know, well there's reason for chills and shivers. A well crafted poem.

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Mary said...

A story well told; makes me want to know more.

Danielle Estella said...

awesome! 👍 I like the last stanza.

Michael said...

flowers of petal and smoke...it seems we are blindfolded regardless.

Old Egg said...

What a mixed feeling of both fear and anger would be felt in such a situation, that all your fears have been realized.

upma pant indoriya said...

What an amazing work. Kudos. Shall be a regular visitor here.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Stinging indeed.

Gemma Wiseman said...
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Gemma Wiseman said...

For some weird reason, my eyes deceived me at the beginning. I thought your title read ..."singing rain..." easily falling into the 'singing in the rain' trap...No idea why...So I tried to shake off the misunderstanding, but it clung... (not helped by "rattle of a train"...) As a result, I felt your persona was ready to steel herself against the negatives and prepared for any curve balls. An interesting one.

G L Meisner said...

The sin assigned to us by others always stings.

Georgia Koch said...

yikes ... pretty dark! Bravo, Bastet.

C.C. said...

There is a sense of urgency and desperation that comes through here.

brudberg said...

A chilling tale.. what a dark world where such things can happen.

Sara McNulty said...

Eerie because of the times we live in. Well done!