SITREP

Cherry

By Parson Thru

Sat, 04 Mar 2017
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10 comments
 

Waiting, out, in No Man’s Land

Nothing heard

 

Old poets for company

Their world may be dead

But their burden’s my lot, too

 

Nothing moves in No Man’s Land, where

in the ghostly light of flares

I thought I saw Jesus entangled in the wire

 

Mouthing “Pull your shit together, son”

I dig myself a little deeper

 

The architects of No Man’s Land

seem Godlike in their madness and brutality

Immortal, unimpeachable

 

While down among the creeping shadows

all is calm, all is quiet

Nothing to report

Out

Certificate PG
Poem
Mortality Games
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by YaseminB on

This is simply wonderful

Yasemin Balandi

Submitted by rosaliekempthorne on

Plenty of sense of foreboding, especially at the end; sparse prose, short stanzas work well for this poem.

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you rosaliekempthorne.

Parson Thru

Submitted by YaseminB on

I thought this poem was simply wonderful. I like the fact that it doesn't conform to a rigid rhyming scheme. Short stanzas add a finesse to the poem. Very well done.

Yasemin Balandi

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you Yasemin. It seems to work once in a million attempts. The synapses found each other for once. Thank you for the lovely words.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Impressively done- the hidden meanings- lurking in the prose - threatening- no man's land,  brutality unimpeachable- dead poets evoke silent voices but I am sure there will be many impressions and perceptions taken away in the reading of this masterful word play- Love the way you set the tone. I thought it was very well done..smiley

 

 

 

Penny4athought

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Many thanks indeed, Penny4athought. I've been very frustrated, thinking i might have to write a hundred thousand words or burst. So much going on. Then sometimes the muse just turns up at the right time. Thank you eds for the cherries.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Love Jesus entangled in the wire. Wonderfully apt poem for our times.

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks Philip Sydney. Where do these things come from?

Parson Thru

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

This 'sitrep' from the inside of the back of beyond and your head and loads of other places we can all relate to is very good. I agree with Philip the line 'I thought I saw Jesus entangled on the wire' is outstandingsmiley