how it is so that smiles are dripping down his chin
and his eyes are capturing rainbows in their delight, oh!
“Annihilation,” the world cried.
he is the abysmal beauty in the hourglass of night, he
stands tall like a crane snatching stars from the sky, oh!
“Annihilation,” the world cried.
how he traces the outline of his cracked lips and digs into
napalm skin, how his saliva coats the lengths of desires, oh!
“Annihilation,” he cried.
he falls down the cliff, and breaks open like dreams; he sings.
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Linking it up with the prompt titled “the sisters Death and Night ~ Micro Poetry” at With Real Toads.
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Captivating imagery! I love the repeating lines, and the ending reminded me of the story of Icarus.
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Beautiful, HA. 🙂
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It reads like a moving painting, full of vivid reds, dark skies and the shocking sharpness of too dry skin. The refrain is just perfect. And in the end, we sigh with him.
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Oh night – how much it can give, how much it can take.
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This is a most powerful piece. The spoken word rings out in each stanza in stark contrast to the lines.
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How sleep teases when you need it most then almost in despair dawn starts winking at you through the window.
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he is the abysmal beauty in the hourglass of night – such a powerful line – sometimes we have to fall in order to rise more comfortably within ourselves..
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Amazing piece! I love the language, particularly in second verse.
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Whistles!!! Oh my freaking lord 😀 such vivid imagery and lush use of diction. Especially love “he is the abysmal beauty in the hourglass of night, he
stands tall like a crane snatching stars from the sky..” Beautifully penned.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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💙
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Breaks open like dreams… just WOW!
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This is really a powerful poem, HA. There is a kind of surprising violence to it, in my read, almost like a cold killer– it really is well done. Thanks. K.
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Excellent Metaphor & Chilling Imagery. The ending leaves me breathless.
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“he is the abysmal beauty in the hourglass of night” what a line! wow!
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Such vivid and powerful imagery! His eyes “capturing rainbows”,, and breaking open “like dreams, he sings.” Just beautiful! One of my faves of yours.
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Wonderful with powerful images!
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Oh annihilation! You killed it HA
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Awsome! 🙂
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How is it that the night is too impatient with those who needs it?
Hank
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I love these:
“smiles are dripping down his chin”
“he is the abysmal beauty”
“he traces the outline of his cracked lips and digs into
napalm skin”
“he falls down the cliff, and breaks open like dreams”
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I agree with all of the above – they have said it for me.
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(jabblog here) ‘smiles are dripping down his chin’ – what an inspired phrase. A poem to declaim – are you a performance poet?
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Annihilation Indeed, he had it coming to him. Were that all the Bad A’s were Humpties like he was.
We were taught in the Army that the ‘bad’ fall down the stairways regularly. And don’t complain.
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Oh my…this is incredible.
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Excellent metaphor indeed. A brilliant write.
Anna :o]
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now This is something Fantastic. 😉
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