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| Rosie Hardy |
Soaring vultures
Circling whispers
Half-dead road kill … stain eastbound lanes … on Highway 6
He cheated on his
WIFE
Wife
wife
With that redheaded
FLOOZ
Flooz
flooz
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
LIFE
Life
life
She attempted to
DIE
Die
die
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
BLAME
Blame
blame
So’s that redheaded
FLOOZ
Flooz
flooz
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
UP
Up
up
She was crazy with
BOOZE
Booze
booze
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
Circling whispers
Half-dead road kill … stain eastbound lanes … on Highway 6
He cheated on his
WIFE
Wife
wife
With that redheaded
FLOOZ
Flooz
flooz
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
LIFE
Life
life
She attempted to
DIE
Die
die
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
BLAME
Blame
blame
So’s that redheaded
FLOOZ
Flooz
flooz
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
UP
Up
up
She was crazy with
BOOZE
Booze
booze
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
18 comments:
Sometimes there are many versions of 'truth' -- especially when people are trying to cast blame. Powerful poem, Henry.
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.
Wow, I did not see the reference to Golgotha comming, masterfully done. The three line verses interspersed among the iterated lines was very effective.
You got the soul of this photo in your words, and a terrifying one it is--rumor painted with tongues...it kills. Fine writing, my friend, all the way through.
Wow, powerful, intense, especially with the repeated words, such a story and a surprise ending...wonderful writing.
Love the depth, the levels, the 'truths' to this piece. You have captured something way beyond the photo in this one.
Brilliant writing.
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
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
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.
great immages. loved the way you used the repitition
Dark and brutal, violent and amazing. I like the use of echoing words trailing off the stanzas.
sad
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!
Truth comes from the heart. We need to start listening with it rather than from other external sources.
Thanks for sharing :)
This left me feeling very sad, so many images came to mind from so many real sources in my life.
profound, love your creativity.
How are you?
Welcome join us for week 6 short story slam fun,
Bless you..
Keep it up!
Wow!
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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