Continual Torment
By skinner_jennifer
Sun, 11 Nov 2012
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A hundred years
filled these old walls,
deserted rooms mock as
negligence rears its ugly head,
feelings of deprivation stagnate
in the recess by an open fire place,
receptive minds process what little evidence
exists...recoiling from the impressions, memories
squeezed through crevices, crippling the foundations
like a thief in the night...or a plague of rats infiltrating,
lifetimes stare now at this barren existence, for there is no
freedom here only regrets, a repertoire of shadowed mistakes,
never empty always replenished, leaving ghosts with suppression,
unable to move on to the next part of their spiritual enlightened journey.
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Wow Jenny- this is a very
Wow Jenny- this is a very powerful poem. Such gloom and doom. I have a feeling it may be a stream of consciousness one as it is very gloomy for you. Not like your usual stuff but filled with all sorts of brilliantly desperate images.
Hope you are well after this outburst!
;)Pia
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Something really different
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Something really different from you, as Pia says, Jenny, and a big 'well done' from me;-)
If admire the second stanza, especially;-
"receptive minds process what little evidence
exists...recoiling from the impressions, memories
squeezed through crevices, crippling the foundations
like a thief in the night...or a plague of rats infiltrating,"
And speaking of rats as you were here, I have just been looking at some big, fat, brown country rats polishing off the remains of the bird seed underneath my willow tree. Not good, so I shall have to see about clearing them.
Anyway, really enjoyed your poem;-)
Tina
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lovely in its
lovely in its darkness....love the way it is constructed...like you were walking down a staircase into a haunted basement :) - alvin
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Hi Jenn had to come back to
Hi Jenn
had to come back to this one-felt I had gone over it too lightly first off. I think it is amazing that you could construct the lines as you did and it still came out so poetically. There is definitely that ghostly feeling about it. Haunted house with ghosts that can't move on. A very clever observation- such desparate lives that lived in this house. So well described.
Just thought I would tell you how much I enjoyed it- yet again.
;)Pia
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