Tuesday, October 29, 2013

I don’t feel blameless

I don’t feel blameless or innocent;
I grumble and dispute, so much dirt
on my glass that I should be called
Saul of Tarnish. Little light passes
through to penetrate or pierce;
I can’t see enough even to cry
tears, the gloom so thick that
I’m unable to cry at all. It
grasps with a strangling embrace;
grumble, grumble, toil
and trouble, I complain
while others crumble.
I hear a shout:
a kingdom for a nail,
a nail for a kingdom,
a nail, and my thumb is swollen,
a nail for theses on a door,
a nail, and a man died.

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Photograph by nuzrath nuzree via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission. 


Robbie Pruitt said...

Great poem Glynn!

Brian Miller said...

first i thought of the poem a kingdom lost for a nail....and then martin...and then the cross...

Dorianna Ric (paintswithwords) said...

nice write..emotionally stirring

Jody Lee Collins said...

Wow, Glynn, for wont of a nail...I too was surprised where these lines went.

Anonymous said...

i can't see
past the end of my nose,
past the end of my woes.
Looking close at despair,
so close, i don't care
that this is really bad prose.

Unknown said...

Beautifully expressed.

Martha Jane Orlando said...

Blown away, Glynn, just blown away . . .

Kate Solo said...

Nice. I love how tight his poem is. :-)

brudberg said...

Packed with metaphors