Senses

I thought about the adage: Kill them with kindness. Maybe they will change.

Senses

 

She pounded the ice with a dull knife,

Poured cold liquid on her pink lips,

Sharp eyes filtered twice,

An animal caught in a snare,

 Heighted senses and fully aware.

Adoring dark dismal displays,

Tho, she portrays joyous, and pleasing,

No withering, no weeping.

 

His beard white as snowflakes,

Only a cloak: coarse, and uncouth,

Now faded and blurred like fog,

Quiet and eerie, still a fearful void.

 

His kingdom now in ruins,

His legacy, blemished and freckled,

Her recollections silently dimming,

Like twilight, but never-ending.

 

Green wild ferns with clovers,

Never burned with red roses,

She delivered a resigned surrender,

And the cloudy days ascended,

O’ but a game she tinders,

 

Hostilities and blasphemies,

His stain inside decaying,

In every vine and root,

The tip of his muzzle,

Swells rank of a brute,

Her eyes feign, the fume,

Idolizing, exemplifying,

 

A Ligature, a knot, a noose

Growing loose,  

His jealousy seeks invisible truths,

No confrontations, restrained reminders,

His paranoia attempts to bind her,

 

Tho, aroma ascends her to heights,

A whiff of unrest, her jubilation,

Fermenting effervescence,

Desperate acts of the dominator,

No jurisdiction, no boundaries.

 

His bequest: Her lofty rise with haste,

No fear, confusion and disillusion,

Defeated,

By mad cheers, jaunty jeers,

And foregone tears.

 

She’s useless, spry and sprightly,

His vanity flaccid, and feeble,  

He worshiped the broken, the weak. 

 

Now unfrozen ice leaks, through

A hole in the river it brings,

Enlightened and humbled senses,

A tolerant spring surrenders.

Reviews

[R Smith]

so many directions i could go here, even thought at one point i saw Santa Claus peeping through the lines, its a wonderful battle of words and i see the woman angry and unhappy and him behaving badly, hoping it ends and go separate ways, then spring breaks and we begin again, great writing Dale :)

[Confuser]

I'm laughing so hard. The poem: If you read the second stanza, she portrarys joyous...her plan was to..as I went through to be happy, no matter how unkind; he doesn't like that HE asks her to leave....Still laughing....WW said, don't see it now, something about contraditions, so I was going to rename it Contraditions. Anyway....Thanks. Still unsure, but that's okay.

[Fran Marie]

Sounds like she pretends to be happy with this brute of a man but it's just a game she plays until she is ready to take control of this dark situation.the phrasing lends a medieval quality to this poem..nice work here..

[bsheph06]

I Love the imagery of this poem, it borders on one of the old epic poems from the medieval ages.

[Valkyrie Warrior]

Well done this is a wonderful poem!
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[M.A.Rathore]

The poem is full of wise words with newness of diction and imagery senses the different senses equally exploded. I really enjoyed your poem. Thanks for sharing Dale..so nice a poem..

[Confuser]

You are quite welcome. I am trying Mr. M.A. Rathore. Thank you for reading.

[M.A.Rathore]

My pleasure...Dale

[Confuser]

............................Yes Sir/Thanks.

[Terrence Chang]

Wow! This one is visually appealing. The site of sense was a wonderful feel. Even if it was dark. Still I like the way you write

[armin]

His beard white as snowflakes,
Only a cloak: coarse, and uncouth,
Now faded and blurred like fog,
Quiet and eerie, still a fearful void.
I liked the choose of words in those lines, nice description there. The language you used is quite interesting. I think your style of writing poems is quite different at same time unique, Dale style. I enjoy the phrasing and uniqueness of your work. You are good writer. Have a nice time writing.
armin. ...

[MsJewel]

You have created some wonderful images, so vivid, so real. I think many can relate to the struggle you write of...
Great writing...I love the last verse..."A tolerant spring surrenders" Powerful!

:) Julie

[icelandicblue]

I felt that there was the story in the poem that there were so many underlying themes within your rich language and imagery. Emotions felt helter-skelter until the ice broke and and the water ran free. I loved the description of the man:

His beard white as snowflakes,
Only a cloak: coarse, and uncouth,
Now faded and blurred like fog,
Quiet and eerie, still a fearful void.

[willweb]

This poems is filled with contradictions, though the winding path you have woven was so much fun to walk down. I really enjoyed this today Dale.