Ironic is highbrow lowering on earth's eclipse
Like moving feet on quicksand
Perspiring on dying land
I gave a hand to live on the sun
In need like a doctor's on a stillborn son
Escaping embankment
Full body breathing
Cigarette ash in neglect of my cancer
As the graying air passed
I watched the silhouette of a dancer
Overpowered by the fears of intimacy
Blinded by the skeptics of necromancy
I am but an embryo, a neophyte
Unaccustomed to everything in sight
A modern knight unprotected
A misfit exaggerated
©2011 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
13 comments:
Wow Anthony that packs a punch with so much conflict of emotion and a negative connotation to birth
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a misfit and a knight, now there is a combo...some really nice word play anthony...
hi anthony...i feel your vulnerability so deeply...the raw emotion and pain...'a misfit exaggerated'...the play on words bringing to light the extreme analogies so brilliantly expressed throughout your poem...it is as if i feel you falling, desperately trying to grab hold of something that will place you on solid ground, but you're so alone in this...and yet you're not alone in this...so many can identify...fantastic writing...
"Like moving feet on quicksand", interesting line. Reminds me of spinning my wheels... sometimes not getting anywhere.
"A need like a doctor's on a stillborn son"...so much amazing imagery in this one Anthony...truly a powerful poem!
I am TOTALLY a misfit, tho maybe I could exaggerate it more. :)
Such sad things in here, the stillborn son, that is a tough one to think about.
From Jannie of One Shot Wednesday.
Anthony, I believe you speak (write) for all us Peeps--well, at least for me--grin!
Good shot!
I like the flow of this, although I confess to being a bit vague about the big picture.
There is something so disturbing about this. It speaks of a neglect that reaches from embryo to planet. Well done, Anthony.
This is a wonderful write. There is something ominous about the whole piece...weather a personal or world vision write it speaks well of a need for a life giving hand....bkm
An intriguing poem with sinister overtones. I found the photo more unsettling than the words.
Is it despair? Is is fear? It is powerful
eloquent message,
well done.
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