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:
oh my- the last line says it all.
I like how the rhyme adds to desperateness of it all.
Nice take on the prompt
Loved the last line.
This is eerie, and very fitting for the picture.
Betrayal!
perhaps to know someone's sin is both powerful and a burden..a very thought provoking poem..
I love it all, right from the first line....
Wow. 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!
Agreed with Sherry, quite a powerful poem :)
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.
This is a poem that terrifies. Nice work!
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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A story well told; makes me want to know more.
awesome! 👍 I like the last stanza.
flowers of petal and smoke...it seems we are blindfolded regardless.
What a mixed feeling of both fear and anger would be felt in such a situation, that all your fears have been realized.
What an amazing work. Kudos. Shall be a regular visitor here.
Stinging indeed.
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.
The sin assigned to us by others always stings.
yikes ... pretty dark! Bravo, Bastet.
There is a sense of urgency and desperation that comes through here.
A chilling tale.. what a dark world where such things can happen.
Eerie because of the times we live in. Well done!
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