Thursday, June 4, 2015

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when my crown fell into the 
flames, I went down with it; 
I put it back on and endured 
the pain until the crown 
became a part of me; thus, 
my personal hell was now 
my kingdom. 



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35 comments:

Claudia said...

i sometimes wonder why we do this when we could be so much more free without crown and honor....

brudberg said...

What a terrible weight such a crown can have.. the transformation from honor to hell is so deep here.

Glenn Buttkus said...

But the advantage is that through plain, wisdom can be achieved, & empathy, sensitivity, existential cognizance, & as Monarch, you could change Hell into Fiji; just saying; loved yo9ur poetic though; another slightly different voice for you.

C.J. said...

This is excellent poetry.

Glenn Buttkus said...

Typos are alway LOL; plain is, of course "pain". The piece has a real Brecht/Kafka feel to it, brother.

KB said...

An interesting poem Anthony. Intriguing. >KB

Kate Mia said...

In the greatest depths of misery.. sorrow..
emptiness.. piece of paper existence..
the seed of hull of hell is
is anti-matter to
create.. to grow
a
crown
of
Gold..:)

X said...

Whew. Gotta be careful where we choose to make our kingdom. And in being unwilling to lay down our crowns for something better.

Hayes Spencer said...

This makes me think of Lucifer's fall and if this is how he felt the day after. Sometimes we all make those terrible mistakes that forever singe us and that we must live with. A very thoughtful and wise poem this is.

Forest Tinker said...

Woah I LIKED this! I caught your mood, too! Powerful, in many fields.

vivinfrance said...

Spine tingling. Terrifying.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Wise words Anthony.
Sometimes our crown is who we are, all that we know. Rising from the depths returns us to where we were before the fall.
Anna :o]

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I agree - my cross is also the source of my salvation.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Great poem, btw.

Linda Kruschke said...

Some crowns are better tossed aside, if only we were able. Peace, Linda

Grace said...

The turn in the last part blew me away ~ When a crown becomes part of us, we can endure anything ~ Good one Anthony ~

C.J. said...

"My crown fell into the[e]" says it all. This is a love/lust story gone wrong.

Victoria said...

To me, this is a song to the human condition--something we all share. Perhaps the task of living is to shed that supposed crown/illusion.

Thotpurge said...

Always find something unique and powerful when I read your poems. Thank you so much.

Katie said...

Wow! Very nice. Very powerful. Love how the last line really packs in all in. I love this!

Dell Clover said...

Oh wow, this is startlingly good--well done, Anthony.

Truedessa said...

Sometimes that crown is heavy and the weight of it can be painful. I think it might be better to let it go. A lot said in this piece.

Sumana Roy said...

We generally do that and suffer eternal damnation...so very difficult to let go 'attachment'.. ...powerful lines emitting that aura of beauty...

lynn__ said...

This one burns an image on the mind...of heavy thoughts

Marina Sofia said...

Ambiguous, this one - asking more questions than it answers. Which is exactly what poetry is all about. I love how succinct it is, yet raises a lot of possibilities...

SuyashJ said...

wise words here !

kaykuala said...

The swing from greatness into an abyss can be so quick. One gets overwhelmed without having the benefit of being forgiven even!

Hank

Vinay Leo R. said...

We want the crown so badly, that we're willing to endure the pain of hell to get it and keep it forever. Not worth it, I feel, but it's a matter of yearning I guess.

Mary said...

There are definitely reasons for not wanting a crown. Sometimes it is better to settle for life without one! This is really strong writing, Anthony. You are at your very best in this poem!

Gabriella said...

I agree with Mary, Anthony. At the risk of sounding teacher-like, I'd like to say that your poetry is getting better and better. You have kept the punch and retained the ambiguity but got rid of the obscureness. Your words made me wonder whether we'd choose those crowns again if they were handed over a second time. My guess is we would.

jsegarra said...

This is great, I love the paradox and the slight Volta with making the hell/pain your kingdom and lording over it as opposed to letting it lord over you. I quite enjoyed this.

blogoratti said...

Interesting perspective. The things we do to retain our glory. Nice piece!

Amrit Sinha said...

This can be viewed in so many different perspectives ... loved it and the contrast it presents :-)

howanxious said...

One word: Wonderful.
We all have a personal hell and at one point or another, we have to learn to rule over it.
-HA

madpoetenchained said...

Very concise and effective.