Sunday, July 17, 2011

Roaring of Truth

Rosie Hardy

Soaring vultures
Circling whispers
Half-dead road kill … stain eastbound lanes … on Highway 6

He cheated on his

With that redheaded

That’s what we heard … no reason to doubt … has to be true

Waves of black bats
Wakes of echoes
Fly in and out … shadowed towers … silvery moon

He tormented her

She attempted to

That’s what we heard … no reason to doubt … has to be true

Razor sharp tongues
Dark clouds of wasps
Wind driven sleet … bloodied whipped welts … tortured torn skin

The husband’s to

So’s that redheaded

That’s what we heard … no reason to doubt … has to be true

Cat o’ nine tails
Whistling wet air
Horrific screams … feed the roar of … Niagara lies

Hey, she made it all

She was crazy with

That’s what we heard … wasn’t our fault … thought it was true

Meandering river
Greenish smooth blue
Glimmering light … frames a body … facedown and gone

That’s what they caused … wasn’t their first … done it before

Bloodied crude nails
Stabbing red flesh
Hanging from wood … up on a hill … truth crucified

They Called Him a fake … they jeered to His face … then asked was He true

The silence of Calvary
The roaring of truth


Mary said...

Sometimes there are many versions of 'truth' -- especially when people are trying to cast blame. Powerful poem, Henry.

dustus said...

Interseting comment by Mary to follow a great poem. I think of truth more along the lines of post-mod. your poem creates an excellent echo effect that enhances the content.

Anonymous said...

Wow, I did not see the reference to Golgotha comming, masterfully done. The three line verses interspersed among the iterated lines was very effective.

hedgewitch said...

You got the soul of this photo in your words, and a terrifying one it is--rumor painted with kills. Fine writing, my friend, all the way through.

waysidewordgarden said...

Wow, powerful, intense, especially with the repeated words, such a story and a surprise ending...wonderful writing.

Reflections said...

Love the depth, the levels, the 'truths' to this piece. You have captured something way beyond the photo in this one.

Brilliant writing.

Brian Miller said...

mmm...truth is in perception, we each have a bit different...the echo is a bit haunting....and glad where you truth landed in the end...artsy as ever henry

Claudia said...

goodness...i'm breathless after this read henry...excellent take on the prompt...i like your poetic creativity...always a joy to read your work

Heaven said...

I was curious to see how you would write this as I choose the same picture myself.

Whew....that was creepy like i was following the refrain of your words.

Lovely haunting story too~

Nice to meet you.

Isabel said...

great immages. loved the way you used the repitition

Shopgirl said...

Dark and brutal, violent and amazing. I like the use of echoing words trailing off the stanzas.

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Daydreamertoo said...

Wow, raw and real in its ability to cut those who are guilty of it all and ... most of us are guilty of spreading gossip.
This is fabulous writing!

Anonymous said...

Truth comes from the heart. We need to start listening with it rather than from other external sources.
Thanks for sharing :)

Christine said...

This left me feeling very sad, so many images came to mind from so many real sources in my life.

Bluebell Books said...

profound, love your creativity.

Bluebell Books said...

How are you?

Welcome join us for week 6 short story slam fun,

Bless you..

Keep it up!

Aynsley said...

Your poetry is always delicious!
This one really reminds me of a play I saw.
The only poem I ever read that uses the word "flooz" and makes it work.
Beautiful work

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