Thursday, May 14, 2015

Yesterday

ink5000 ~ deviantart.com


He holds sun in one hand,
moon – in another,-
lighted up candles,
to find rushed off
yesterday;
prodigal vagabond
settled in the tavern
grieving yet smiling
with tears…

Suddenly he roars
in the ceiling,
(making the gravel
outside to sound
a treasure like),
followed by longing
whisper…

and we learn: there are
no two lives alike,
‘there is no prophet
in our homeland…’

Sunday's Whirligig 7



25 comments:

  1. really like the smiling with tears............

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  2. This brings to mind the image of a clown's tears. The contrast between joy and sorrow enhance the portrait,

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  3. Nicely done. Good example of opposites.

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  4. An interesting play on the saying. And we never really know what is going on in the mind of the other, until we do -- or they snap. I know that vagabond.

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  5. No prophets just a bunch of wannabes pretending as they please.

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  6. Prophesy can be overrated or manipulative anyway. A strong poetic that gives a sterling take on the prompt without forgetting it is a poem, rife with mystery & catch phrases.

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  7. So true...no two are alike.

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  8. The treasure of emotions.. to soar into joy and lavish despair.. to know truly in hEAart that pain is joy and joy is pain.. the balance.. the opposites.. the play of life.. to take IT ALL IN and to express IT this way.. is human freedom at iBEST! of worst! @BEST!.. WITH SMILEs and winkS @the end of ALL..:);)!simply@!

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  9. Yes, until we snap and then we find out what is going on behind those smiles. Joy and sorrow - wonderful job on this.

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  10. The creation of a character, the image soars within the murky environments… Enjoyed

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  11. there are no two lives alike... so true... and even when we think we really understand someone - i think we never can fully

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  12. Wonderfully inspired antitheses--especially like the roar and whisper that seems so to characterize our lives. Victoria (my wordpress acct won't post!)

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  13. Who really knows what there is behind the surface, behind what a person chooses to show or hide.

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  14. prodigal vagabond
    settled in the tavern
    grieving yet smiling
    with tears… I love that.

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  15. Exactly to what's asked for. Comes in with joys and sorrow! Great lines humbird!

    Hank

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  16. Great opening imagery - and of the gravel as treasure.

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  17. really interesting final couplet ~

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  18. I enjoyed reading this--good images.

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  19. What are the consequences, I wonder, of having no prophet in one's homeland? Are the people doomed to go astray? Or must they make a way in the wilderness where there seems to be no way?

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    1. O dear, of course, the answer - whatever you think....no prophet as everyone able to be his/her own prophet....also, this is again(history loops) ....our nearsightedness to see ...a talent, a gift in our closer one..... ~ Thanks for interesting words!

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