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:

Brian Miller said...

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

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

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

Daydreamertoo said...

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.

Claudia said...

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..

Mary said...

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.

mrs mediocrity said...

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

Susan Daniels said...

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

hedgewitch said...

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

Vaccinius said...

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

Gwen Dubeau said...

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

Anonymous said...

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.

Serena said...

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.

Scarlet said...

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

Victoria said...

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

Anonymous said...

well crafted!

kaykuala said...

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

rallentanda said...

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

Jennifer Wagner said...

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

Jennifer Wagner said...

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

Jennifer Wagner said...

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

Jennifer Wagner said...

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

Jennifer Wagner said...

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

Jennifer Wagner said...

Susan, thank you--much appreciated!

Jennifer Wagner said...

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

Jennifer Wagner said...

Thanks for visiting and commenting :)

Jennifer Wagner said...

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

Jennifer Wagner said...

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

Jennifer Wagner said...

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.

Jennifer Wagner said...

Heaven- glad you enjoyed :-)

Jennifer Wagner said...

Appreciate it Victoria, thanks for your compliment!

Jennifer Wagner said...

Thanks Kamana!

Jennifer Wagner said...

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

Jennifer Wagner said...

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

emma said...

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.

Jennifer Wagner said...

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.

Amrit Sinha said...

Wonderfully written !!!

Becky Sain said...

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

Sarav said...

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

RMP said...

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.

Jennifer Wagner said...

Thank you for the compliment Green!

Jennifer Wagner said...

Becky, thank you very much. Glad you enjoyed!

Jennifer Wagner said...

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

Jennifer Wagner said...

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

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