Black Hound

What I see behind shut eyes..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black Hound

 

 

How dare you unsettle my somber display,

Averting it to one disfigured mannequin,

Rotting into neglection and decay?

 

How dare you rest in my home,

Folding one knee over another,

Unleashing prejudice (with a cringe)

In between meager honeycombs,

Of your formal polite tinge?

 

How dare you taste my mint-tea,

And composedly oppose

To the limits of the skies I see?

 

How would you see colors like,

If I were to remind you (of your shame)

Of the numb unmoving legs

That had decided a window frame,

To stand in the way of seasons

A throaty laughter softening the frost

And a bright kite in dreary autumn winds,

Narang blossoms along

Spongy green robes of the spring?

 

How dare you announce (unwelcomely)

A shape for bliss and liberty

Or read aloud my mind,

When our glances met only seldomly?

 

Were you irritated

By truthful simplicity?

Or is it pride that lurks

Atop conquered humility?

 

Do you forcefully make

Your infants swallow

What is in your shoes?

Crusts of shedded white skin

With a fill of orange juice?

 

I might be of gullible pasty sighs,

Scrubbed with copper and tin,

 

Yet what I've glimpsed with shut eyes

Was a long and hollow din,

Of a whimper lost in the middle,

 

Woodlands of now in rains of yesterday

A black dog beside a rusted red kettle,

Of a small-hearted man in shrouds of grey.

Author's Note

*Image Title: The rain
*by ~OjosVerde
*Link: http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=the+rain#/d8zg3b

Reviews

[M.Babu]

This is magnificent poetry my friend! The phrasing, the flow, the myriad of messages lurking throughout the piece...I smiled as i read this - it was nothing short of fantastic!

"Do you forcefully make
Your infants swallow
What is in your shoes?
Crusts of shedded white skin
With a fill of orange juice?"
Quite a lethal stanza if you ask me...brings out oppression and hypocrisy still lingering freely. It smacked me like a rock this one...

Thanks for a wonderful piece :D

~M.Babu~

[TL Boehm]

Do you forcefully make
Your infants swallow
What is in your shoes?
Crusts of shedded white skin
With a fill of orange juice?

I might be of gullible pasty sighs,
Scrubbed with copper and tin,

This is stellar imagery - deep - provocative. Wonderfully penned.

[fireblossom]

Word choices show expression of an inner life. Pure poetry results. Word and phrase as brush to canvas captured great emotional range. Well done..

[carmz]

truth hurts and its strike within the bones


love this one!!

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. Each set of line create a new vision. In the rain in a large city. You can feel and see many things. So many lines stood out in this poem. I had to read a few times for the pleasure of the words. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Allen Smuckler]

How dare you touch my heart....with your words...and what vivid, colorful, descriptive words they were. The imagery in this poem was electric, your use of metaphors...well for lack of a better word...uncanny. It was so passionate and clear and honest and yes, angry all wrapped up in a beautifully written expose...You have made a fan of me just by this poem. I'm thankful I inadvertently fell upon your words... Thank you for such a heartfelt and meaningful write. I'll be reading you...
allen

[Shellie]

My God. This was some piece! The verses are so painfully perfect; precise and even and scripted with an ease it seems. Darkly expressed. Wonderful!

[Undying Glory]

this is very powerful and very strong writing, what a cool poem indeed. all your words are so strong and make such a big impact here, kudos on that.
"Yet what I've glimpsed with shut eyes
Was a long and hollow din,
Of a whimper lost in the middle,

Woodlands of now in rains of yesterday
A black dog beside a rusted red kettle,
Of a small-hearted man in shrouds of grey."
now that was a fine ending! great!

[Rouillie Wilkerson]

Creepy, this reminded me of my daughter law. Your poetry unleashed my issues in memory, but hit it spot on! Very creepy...
Oh, as for the non-personal commentary, I liked it, of course!
the 95 rating is simply because I believe that all work has room for improvement.

[Seshat Nidaba]

Yes this was pretty jilted adn well-written. Quite dark, heavy and dense. Chilling really, the mood is so thick it's difficult for me to assimiate.