Roll Away

Silence.

The waving sands have stopped parading.

The chalice is finally empty. The moon has finally won.

Tools spread out on the floor. Which one will fix the

plastered photographs left like sinking ships alongside

the road?

 

Praying.

The classic words moaned in anger as the bells

stop their tones. The divine armoury found stagnant

as the doors to the sacred crumble into tiny pieces

of wood.

 

Stopping.

The pursuing sonnets sprayed like dust upon the

walls of the jail. Living tissue withering in the

flipping wind that rushes past the sun. The good

news is spread like yesterday's newspaper

into frying idols lying upon the decaying tissue

of stone.

 

Me.

The typecast stereotype of painting brushes running

like flies out of the dung. Among the many illusions

lies the truth buried in a chain. The old and new

perceptions indicating it has become the time to

roll away. 

Reviews

[lei]

a thought provoking piece... i like the last verse..

[Tsukin Archangel]

ooooo deep, i very much enjoyed this poem, i liked how you started with a single word and then delved deeper into it in the coming section great job keep writing :3

[Robbie]

"Among the many illusions
lies the truth buried in a chain. The old and new
perceptions indicating it has become the time to
roll away." ~Buried by the chain of truth amongst the illusions...could this indicate that it is time to roll away? ~This is my perception of this piece..more of a question than a statement...for there is a cryptic message in this piece. Very Thought provoking.

"Among the many illusions
lies the truth buried in a chain. The old and new
perceptions indicating it has become the time to
roll away."

[Neva Flores - Changeful..]

trying to analyze this one......perhaps it means once one gets past the BS all comes to light. Excellent piece.

[Frank James Davis]

Silence, praying, stopping and me--portrays a natural progression culminating with the individual having to finally take action to initiate desired change.
(Well, maybe I pull a D--for trying.)
Brilliant and distinctive poetry, Chris.

[Wandering Minstrel]

I see metaphorical magic in this profound piece.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I must say the dictation of one self to one self is outstanding here Chris, I espiecially love the stanze entitled Me. Well done

[Gilbert Saint]

intesting form of writing, i'm borrowing this technique.

[T.W. Early]

Beautiful

[michaela]

This is such an interesting poem! Beautiful, as everything I've read of yours!