Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Tide Pools


basalt,
discordant and black,
scattered the hillside of late warmth,
a cadaver benumbed of cherishment.

defeated, we wondered
what happened to us—
and how we had viciously squandered
our landscape in chimerical hue.

laying down our weapons,
prisoners of our own war;
in the tide pools of aftermath,
we beheld it together.

in harmony
we choked back the sobs of rue,
gathering the tiniest,
brightest, glimmer of tomorrows unwritten.


Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner
linked to Vice Versa and dVerse

46 comments:

  1. wow really powerful piece...and some great lines....

    a cadaver benumbed of cherishment..what an image....

    prisoners of our own war;...and truth...ack

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    1. Brian, thank you. Glad you enjoyed some of the imagery and truths...always appreciate your comments.

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  2. Oh, this is all so true to life and, what we do tend to do to ourselves and to others.
    I like that it ended on that little ray of hope.
    Lovely write.

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    1. True Daydreamertoo...and hope is a good thing. Thank you very much :)

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  3. laying down our weapons,
    prisoners of our own war...so true..and love the hopeful note you end this with... wounds healing and new ways to go..

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    1. ...thanks Claudia...glad you enjoyed that element :)

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  4. It seems there is a glimmer of tomorrows unwritten, which gives the reader hope..... I enjoyed your use of the vice-versa words, which were not easy to spot in this fine poem.

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    1. Thanks for obliging me on the words Mary...I appreciate your prompt. I appreciate your compliment!

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  5. it is just those glimmers that keep us going... i love the title, great piece!

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    1. Thanks much! I am enjoying discovering your blogs too mrs.

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  6. Wow. Potent stuff, with just a hint of hope at the end. Well crafted!

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  7. The inner and outer wars never seem to end, but with enough rue, perhaps, a truce? Especially liked the ending.

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    1. A truce can be a good way to start, thanks hedge!

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  8. In a dialectical relationship there is no future. Great point!

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  9. Enjoyed your words and the story it today..really nice!

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    1. Gwen, thank you. I enjoyed visiting your blog too.

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  10. one of the most beautiful poems i've read in a long time for sure. especially loved 'the hillside of late warmth' and 'landscape in chimerical hue'..and the ending of tomorrows unwritten. thanks you for sharing~~p.s. enjoyed your blog's style as well.

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    1. Really honored by your comment moonlitpoetic...very nice to have such complimentary feedback. Glad you like the format too.

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  11. Beautiful and powerful... enjoyed this very much... especially " laying down our weapons,
    prisoners of our own war." Well done. BTW, I appreciate the links on the left. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Glad you enjoyed it--and that the links were of interest to you as well. Thanks very much Serena, very kind of you to comment.

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  12. Great play of words...I specially like prisoners of our own war ~

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  13. Not at all what I expected from the title, but what an effective metaphor. Nicely done, Jennifer.

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    1. Appreciate it Victoria, thanks for your compliment!

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  14. defeated, we wondered
    what happened to us—
    and how we had viciously squandered

    Sadly it happened many times. It shocked us to discover that we had failed. It was something difficult to stomach. Nicely written Jennifer!

    Hank

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    1. Thanks Hank...that's tough stuff for sure. Appreciate your comment on this one.

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  15. Oh the sorry tale of a life of diurnal warfare and the wasted time...yes, too true for too many.

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    1. Yes, wasted time indeed. Thanks rallentanda--appreciate your comment.

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  16. Sometimes we don't notice we are disintegrating until it is too late- that's what this is saying to me. Lovely imagery throughout and rich use of words. A fine poem.

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    1. Did you take that pic on your blogger profile? I love it! I agree with you, sometimes we don't realize the erosion occurring. Thank you very much for the compliments--I'm honored to have them emma.

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  17. Ohhh... I love the thought of tomorrows unwritten.
    Very nice!

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  18. A very powerful poem with potent imagery! Loved how you ended on a glimmer of hope. Nicely done.

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    1. Thanks for visiting Sara--and for your kind words :)

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  19. it's easy to get lost in the battle—forgetting yourself until there's nothing left to destroy. I like the hope, "the tiniest, brightest, glimmer of tomorrows unwritten," you capture at the end—it's nice to know not everything was destroyed.

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    1. True RMP, I think you are right. Thanks for commenting, I appreciate your thoughts.

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