Monday, January 11, 2010

The Kiss in Time





Piercing the life out of the glass window pane

The bottom-left of the skeletal four-square
  
It flew right in from the smoky outside

With a lazy swish and the music of broken glass


The ravaged wreck of a home shivered once more 

As the world outside, in all its astute wisdom, danced

The bloody foxtrot melted hearts and reared 

A final fall from an infatuation called peace


That which came in in mighty ferocity

Could well have been a sorry crumb

Painting life on hunger inside these usurped walls

But crumbs these days are hardly passed on




Lost in the crossfire of the life and death of power

What came inside was an uncharted splinter that

Kissed the year-old toddler in a fluky frivolous frenzy


The mother, already lifeless, hung on the couch

Her eyes, annoyed and unmoved, ogled the bed

The weeping infant was awake with hunger, 

And alarmed at her furious gaze he thanked the splinter


And thus ceased life within those needless walls

With this miracle of a God-sent kiss







Copyright BLueJoKE (2009)

6 comments:

  1. Dear Bard....d poem is like a moving picture,a page torn from another life reflecting a gruesome reality.

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  2. wish there would be no words,
    Wish there would be no pain,
    Hope, to spread life,
    And sometime to breathe..

    Man ! I would not write adjectives for your post.. It is - just.......

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  3. its simply THE BEST!!!!
    what can i say more..........

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  4. Goosebumps...the most fitting tribute to a poetry so powerful in its language as this one.

    Awaiting more of such brilliance...

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  5. Thanx dear lady... Always appreciate encouragement

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  6. "infatuation called peace"....the sarcasm in there was moving indeed...just like reality peeping out..
    quite a poignant one...

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