The Oak!

The Oak!

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald
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A nightmare I had many years ago that alwasy stayed with me, this is my lok at it.

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Perfect cracked lines damage polished oak,

 

 a pool of hardened lacquer supports weight,

Silence for hands perched within symmetry,

daring questions not answered at the gate.

 

The glare of eager eyes folds liquid tears,

 memory losses it's last when needed score,

Dark encased in bricks rolled in mortar,

 spines tell stories of useless plain lore.

 

Glimmers of sparks make noise from behind,

 no face to a friend’s hand does use guile,

I suffer the torments of anger at rest,

 she screams of laughter at the blooded smile.

 

Dreams surface on pages lost to the pen,

 no wood without scars made ample red,

Fools dart into danger at first impulse,

 the stranger made sense of quietened dead.

© 2011 Thomas Fitzgerald


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Haunting, Thomas, very haunting. Nightmares that have significance do seem to stick with us. Don't they? It does seem to have an air of both anger and murder within it. Not by you tho. By someone else. And it's dream-like quiality keeps the scene
"spines tell stories of useless plain lore." something about this line makes it my favorite.

-Marie-

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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The last quatrain was compellingly good! The poem lead me through a fantastic landscape that seemed small, though it made me feel as an ant reveling at what would be like a room to a human, the way you portrayed it was quite flawless. Lovely, truly.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thrilling!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Perfect cracked lines damage polished oak, daring questions not answered at the gate. The glare of eager eyes folds liquid tears, spines tell stories of useless plain lore. Glimmers of sparks make noise from behind, she screams of laughter at the blooded smile. Dreams surface on pages lost to the pen, the stranger made sense of quietened dead. Dark and quiet lovely!



Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Haunting and unique at the same time. Your style is also haunting in that it forces readers to see with imaginative eyes. Great piece. Keep writing.

Posted 8 Years Ago


this is interesting and very good thanks for sharing

Posted 8 Years Ago


wow just amazing I loved it and the last four lins will be stuck in my head for a while this is a fave I love your work and style

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wonderful, descriptive write..loved the last grouping..Good job kid..Valentine

Still trying to use my left hand..Kathie

Posted 8 Years Ago


I must agree....this is a haunting tale, but u tell it so wonderfully...you never know what is to come from you my good poet, and i love it...

Posted 8 Years Ago


You have a great grasp of life and humanity

Posted 8 Years Ago


A frightful write indeed. Also, a pleasure to read, sprinkled with terrifying imagery and visualizations.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tags: Death, Nightmare, Silence, Wood.

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Thomas Fitzgerald
Thomas Fitzgerald

Wexford, Leinster, Ireland



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