SPILLING INTO ME

Oil spill in the Gulf as I see it.

SPILLING INTO ME

Mirror of the night has shattered spilling into my light;
invading the depths of me. Shards seep inside,
raping my veins; pillaging the crimson innocence.

My river beds overflow with pain, casting out the despair
left in open wounds. The dark image they reflect,
perspires through my skin; breathing its true colours.

Author's Note

Oil spill in the Gulf as I see it.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

I like how this could be interpreted as being said/felt by the ocean itself, or to a much larger degree, the earth. What a freaking mess we have made of this beautiful blue marble we live on... and now we read, today, that they are sending this, giant oil scraping ship, to come help clean the mess. And we couldn't get this sooner, and these big a$$ oil companies couldn't just buy a couple of these ships with all their stinkin profits (okay I'm ranting now) and keep them at the ready when this, does, happen again?

The pictures alone in my newsweek and time, of all the poor birds and other wildlife just covered with this mess, it just sickens me with anger, and saddens me to be part of the human race when stuff like this, and much worse, happens all over the world.

I love it when one of my poems makes people think (none of them never has, but I'm still hoping for the best). That's what I love about this write my friend, it was honest, and sensitive, heartfelt, and worthy... very worthy.

Thanks for having the caring soul to write this, and for doing it in such a dignified manner.

This is an important topic for important times, and you wrote about it very eloquently.

Antonio

[Desert Dreamer]

I feel the pain of the ocean as it is filled with oil. We do great damage to the earth with our greed. Glad to see someone writing about the pain of the ocean.

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oh love it, dark and sensual almost combined with a sadness and pain.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Shards seep inside,
raping my veins; pillaging the crimson innocence...that phrase was very strong and very well thought out.I would like to add i didn't realize it was on oil spill until i read your note..i took the entire poem as a personal metaphor..in either ways it is a very strong piece.

[Snapdragon]

I found the description of the oil as shards of broken mirror to be a reaaly interesting metaphor. It really brings out the image of pain that the oil spill has caused the planet. This is the best poem on this topic that I've read. The phrase about raping the veins was extraordinary.

This is a topic that weighs so heavily on us here in the US. I'm sure Mexico and the other countries surrounding it are worried too. Really great writing on this Ivan.

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I'm not feeling this poem.
I can see the poets anguish but it doesn't translate smoothly to me.
Somewhere, somehow...within the cruel pain expressed within this write, the sentiment gets mixed up and pressurised and comes out all peculiar.
Lets look at the second stanza...overflowing with pain..casting out despair. To me, that is a contridiction in terms. The first is negative, second positive. They cancel out each other and I am left adrift in the open wounds!
Overall..I appreciate the effort even though I felt it was jumbled up.

[Cassiopia Summers]

This is very true indeed, and I must agree with you.

[Crowley]

yeah....very elegant writing about a not so elegant topic. I think you did a great job capturing the essence of destruction that we are seeing and are going to see in that area. Sad stuff. I really have a hard time comprehending it. Nice job.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

The night.............can be so invasive. When the quiet sets in, the world is still and we do feel our wounds. A wonderful write.............

[ShadeOfRupertBrooke]

Excellent choice of words in this poem; very original imagery, though still with a nice touch of idiom in the final line. Perhaps you could have carried on the nice internal rhyming ('night/light') into the rest of the poem? Otherwise very powerful, well done and thank you for sharing.