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Through bitter wind and bitter sand--
a drop of pearl, seeded
-ran
Depthless black,
Through waters shimmer
needless
gleaming, burning, screaming
infantile fire---
un-engorged simplicity among the wrath of ancient gods

Beneath the fury of his breath
lies,
unintentioned,
and well knnown,
symphonies of captured foes

A simplistic course of action, follows;
when left alone with corpses falling
and sins begin the gentle descent towards,
corrode.

Harmony and tribulation,
twist and turn as one.
a single strand of bleeding hope
among the cracked fingers of the lute player.
©2003-2009 ~crackedmirror
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Author's Comments

Bleh.
I had the urge to write in ink last night.
This is and one other thing came out on my notepad.
The structure is so odd, Because thats how i wrote it on the paper.
I just like it that way.
Its meant to be spoken in a hushed whisper.
Slightly fast, rolling the words off your tongue.
It takes a few to get them exactly right..
But then again, its me. So no one else will probably understand the flow. Lol. :) (Smile)
I really do not know what exactly it is about. But.
I had a vision of the songs about ancient gods in my head when i wrote it.
How they sung out their victories and their shames.

I suppose that suits it well enough.

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:iconrudepunkgurly:
indeed the structure is odd but it works well.
I also like how it flowed.
Great job :) (Smile)

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What Will The History Books Say? They'll Say "Much Of Her Childhood Was Spent Unwillingly In The Bathtub"
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a single strand of bleeding hope
among the cracked fingers of the lute player.


beautiful words crackie...



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and the earth bends to fill the void.
:iconaveryage8:
great last paragraph. good desciptions.
:iconaridia:
I too like how it flows. Beautiful as always!

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good composition

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This is food for thought, you do the dishes.
:iconbleedingmirror:
"a single strand of bleeding hope"

Nice. Very nice.
:iconslacksoft:
unique. i like.

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Every time you kill a kitten, God masturbates.
:iconchilipalmer:
Wow great imagery. I like what you have done :D (Big Grin)

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As you stated in my journal, here I go:

Very interesting poem you have here, it gives a series of images in the head first it seems to start off as a bitter taste which them moves on to a thing of beauty which is the pearl. Then things start to turn dark if not darker, it seems to give a vision of hell or something similar to that concept for the fire part reminded me of such then I go on and read the part about “symphonies of captured foes” of course they won’t be singing in happiness but in pain and sufferings. There were two spelling mistakes but that’s no biggie for I still knew what words you wanted to use and that worked out well. :) (Smile) .

“unintentional,
and well known,”

Also the description of the lute player seems so unique, how entrapped in what seems like a cell or prison but yet hope still exists in him/her. Good job :) (Smile) .

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I can only reflect as far as I can see and my vision is very blurry and I can not see.
Dirct. WwW.Noir.org
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