Monday, October 18, 2010
Condemnation
Inescapable facts:
stark knowledge refuses
to fade into hidden memory,
instead splintering its way
into carefully constructed
walls, opening catalogs of
wrongs, hurts, wounds,
injuries, the seven deadlies
afflicted and received.
Resolutions cast aside.
Determinations sidetracked.
Commitments forgotten.
Promises broken.
Canopies of fig leaves
open at the slightest wind
to reveal separation,
separateness, isolation,
nakedness, shame.
Disobedience is just
another pounded nail.
To see others posts on condemnation, please visit the One Word Blog Carnival over at Bridge Chumbley’s place.
Photograph: Nails by Teodoro S. Gruhl via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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13 comments:
So good...Disobedience is just another pounded nail.c
I especially like "splintering its way" and those two fine concluding lines.
Hi Glynn,
This post is written like a poetic indictment; "Inescapable facts:...Commitments forgotten. Promises broken...reveal separation, separateness, isolation, nakedness, shame."
These words evoke such powerful imagery in my mind.
Blessings and peace.
MTJ
It's difficult to realize what we would have missed had you not decided to try your hand at poetry ...
Nails leaves holes. Holes that leave scares, even when forgiven. Prevention is best cure! Nice post
I could just feel the heaviness of it all Glynn. Your words paint such an image of condemnation. Great writing!
Condemnation is very splintering indeed. Every word was like another swing of the hammer. Nice description. A read over for sure.
'Canopies of fig leaves
open at the slightest wind
to reveal separation'
Brilliant X 1000
Resolutions cast aside.
Determinations sidetracked.
Commitments forgotten.
Promises broken.
Powerful and eloquent.
Thanks, Glynn.
Oof...
Those catalogs, they open wide and hungry. Reveal records of wrongs. Condemnation poses on every high-gloss page.
Wow, Glynn.
the end... so strong.
Breathtaking truth Glynn.
I too am aware of how often I pick up the hammer to pound in more nails.
I love your poetry, Glynn! The subtlety of the fig leaves really hit me. Great imagery.
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