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DESTROYED

 DESTROYED

 

 


Oh great tight knot

 

my heart is bound in braid,

 

the silky braid of heavy velvet curtains

 

swayed, 

 

with beats of feelings stayed no longer free’d to blow

 

about the winds of fate,

 

how sealed, sated zeal becalmed, 

 

the red of sails left flapping in the breeze

 

abandoned like the carcass of a whale

 

on foreign soil, 

 

destroyed

 

and eaten dry

 

defeated,

 

sinews hang the rags of times white hands

 

that bleaches warmth and truth

 

reduced

 

to bland innocence, 

 

uncouth,

 

nature her ways so beautiful yet cruel

 

her presence like the fuel of planets

 

driven,

 

where all that once was whole and light

 

is shrivelled up and leaden.

 

 

 

Now howl the theories of life’s boon

 

through hollowed bones and fissures

 

the drum beats of doom, 

 

their mellow thud on forms now turned to stone

 

here lies 

 

what once was life,

 

so vigourous and free,

 

now left to rot,

 

so desolate, 

 

alone.

 

 


— Nordic cloud, Mar 01, 2010

About This Poem

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Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

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magics02

16 years 3 months ago

Mother Earth

Am I correct in the read that it is of a tree or a plant or the mother earth in turmoil. Let me know if I got it and if not I still liked how it flowed in my visionary this afternoon, quite simplicit and beautiful at the same time, Just wonderful as always my snow lady of Norway the Queen here of magics spell. lol love magics02 xoxoxoxox Learn to live, learn to forgive. Life is too short.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 3 months ago

It is the heart of the I.

Ann of Norway It is the heart of the I, the afflicted victim who feels like this dead whale. But if you would see a tree then it is a tree for you, the tree like whale bones! Love Ann.
judyanne

judyanne

16 years 3 months ago

Poignant and melacholic

Poignant and melacholic Ana-Nya 'now left to rot, so desolate, alone.' Such a powerful ending said in so few words. Just what I expect from you. Love Judy
xena465

xena465

16 years 3 months ago

Hello AnnI’ve been out of

Hello Ann I've been out of action for a few days...depression...but I'm back and I loved your poem...You're no dead whale...you're a beautiful seal. Rosina xena465
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

We are however, in the arms

We are however, in the arms of a perfect stranger, the Universe. Love to you, and may we all feel welcome in her loving embrace. ~A "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti
Esker

Esker

16 years 3 months ago

Bring me the Birch wood of Telemark

time swift on crafted slender ski the seconds hiss and hush the tar refined polished asymetry one ski short one ski long our pack with rations for the plan the nights moon lantern pale through the stand of youthful trees and wind plied elders with creaks of adventures and soft sighs of gentle joys this was an enjoyable poetic compilation the art of telling is an art
Seren

Seren

16 years 3 months ago

Dearest Ann

Loved this but you already know my thoughts on this one... love and biggest hugs smiles Jayne-Chloe x x x