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?"
oh my- the last line says it all.
ReplyDeleteI like how the rhyme adds to desperateness of it all.
ReplyDeleteNice take on the prompt
ReplyDeleteLoved the last line.
This is eerie, and very fitting for the picture.
ReplyDeleteBetrayal!
ReplyDeleteperhaps to know someone's sin is both powerful and a burden..a very thought provoking poem..
ReplyDeleteI love it all, right from the first line....
ReplyDeleteWow. Not a place I would want to be but I wish I had written the words.
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Such a powerful write, and a thought-provoking topic. Well done, Guatami!
ReplyDeleteAgreed with Sherry, quite a powerful poem :)
ReplyDeleteWe keep writing as if it makes a difference.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
This is a poem that terrifies. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteAh 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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Much love...
A story well told; makes me want to know more.
ReplyDeleteawesome! 👍 I like the last stanza.
ReplyDeleteflowers of petal and smoke...it seems we are blindfolded regardless.
ReplyDeleteWhat a mixed feeling of both fear and anger would be felt in such a situation, that all your fears have been realized.
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing work. Kudos. Shall be a regular visitor here.
ReplyDeleteStinging indeed.
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ReplyDeleteFor 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.
ReplyDeleteThe sin assigned to us by others always stings.
ReplyDeleteyikes ... pretty dark! Bravo, Bastet.
ReplyDeleteThere is a sense of urgency and desperation that comes through here.
ReplyDeleteA chilling tale.. what a dark world where such things can happen.
ReplyDeleteEerie because of the times we live in. Well done!
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