Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Meditation



I gave you the light that revealed the constant stranger
Turned relic to keep my faith from wandering 
In the land of waning freedom 
Where our daily bread 
Is down to crumbs like the bottom of a toaster 
Because each slice is devoured by the field talk 
Of itchy trigger fingers 
These elitist hands play magic tricks 
And with each puff of smoke 
Another slain nigger disappears into
The magician's hat faster than 
The swipes on a fogged mirror 
After washing away the blood 
Of the innocent and plagued those  
Poetically looking for temple
To express themselves 
In a world that condemns nudity 
Of the spirit so I hide my tears 
And let them rain on my innermost thoughts 
 
©2014 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
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29 comments:

Björn Rudberg said...

Yes.. the way that they hide things by sending smokescreens on other issues than reality of life and death.. daily bread is just the crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.. I love that.

Grace said...

That bright light can be misted and fogged down by elitist hands and those temple performers ~ This writing comes from your guts and heart Anthony ~

~ Thanks for sharing your words ~

Brian Miller said...

whew....intense commentary on life....the smoke screen gets a double or triple meaning here...from a cover up, to drugs, to getting killed....when the crumbs of our daily bread are that small, it is tough....

Mary said...

You have given me a different perspective on daily bread, Anthony.

Gabriella said...

"Where our daily bread / Is down to crumbs like the bottom of a toaster ' - this is a very powerful image, Anthony. It is an integral part of the smoke image and thus of your social commentary.

Abhra Pal said...

" In the land of waning freedom
Where our daily bread
Is down to crumbs like the bottom of a toaster "

That was so very powerful - Anthony, your deal realities in poetry so well.

Claudia said...

dang it anthony... this is raw and scratchy on the edges... and it feels honest and real - like a good poem should

Glenn Buttkus said...

One of your best, brother, tackling both the prompt & topical dread, your voice is strong & sad, mythical & mad, & I dig the shit out of it. Liked the lines
/after washing away the blood/of the innocent & plagued those/poetically looking for temple/. For we poets, A., I doubt that we would be comfortable in sanctuary, it might stifle our Muses.

bwfiction said...

strong and sad - this is the time of year to find faith...

Victoria said...

So powerful, Anthony. I think I remember that you are from Detroit, where I spent a few years back in the '70's. This immediately conjured up memories of pain and destruction. Still so much need for healing.

Joseph Hesch said...

Im glad I read this. Something is messed up and I needed to hear your voice of truth and art to help me sort it out. Thanks for this piece, Anthony. Peace, my friend.

vivinfrance said...

Don't hide your tears: let them wail and rail against the killing, the injustice, the lack of bread for so many.

Delaina said...

Fantastic and powerful poem Anthony. Bravo!

Wolfsrosebud said...

so much passion in this... the crumbs takes us to the depth of this piece

Debi Swim said...

From the heart. May this poem soon be a curiosity in a world of equality and peace. I pray.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the crumbs at the bottom of the toaster. Well done, Anthony!

Prajakta said...

I like how you have used bread to signify the realities of life. The crumbs at the bottom of the toaster... beautiful! I especially liked how you have used "tears raining on your innermost thoughts"

Marina Sofia said...

A very different, bitter take on bread - those four lines say it all, really.
Where our daily bread
Is down to crumbs like the bottom of a toaster
Because each slice is devoured by the field talk
Of itchy trigger fingers
Almost a poem in itself!

kaykuala said...

In a world that condemns nudity
Of the spirit so I hide my tears
And let them rain on my innermost thoughts

One is given the privilege to decide on issues. Sadness can be a damper but it can work out if one is given enough space. Great take Anthony!

Hank

janet said...

You really took the metaphor of bread to a different, difficult, torn-from-the-headlines-and-torn-from-your-heart place, Anthony! Excellent.

janet

Truedessa said...

I could feel this piece and the crumbling of the bread as I wonder where is justice in the land of waning freedom. All life is precious. It is hard to hide the tears when you feel them so deeply in your soul.

dkirkstokes said...

"In a world that condemns nudity of the spirit..." I love that, Anthony.

Arathi Harihar said...

so close to reality..it makes one agree to all the things ..beautiful Anthony

grapeling said...

damn. powerful. ~

Lydia said...

Your thoughts reign here and should elsewhere. Peace to us all, Anthony....

lynndiane said...

This relevant piece is as much a lamentation as a meditation, I think. You've exposed part of your spirit here, both strong and vulnerable.

sreeja harikrishnan said...

So intense....nice flow of words....powerful!!

Other Mary said...

Really powerful imagery here, starting with the toast crumbs and carrying through to your final lines.

Outlawyer said...

Powerful imagery as all have said, and a poem that wrings my heart. Take care, Anthony. (This is Karin of Manicddaily.wordpress.com) Thanks. k.