Core
Encoded poem. To be read vertically, horizontally, diagonally or in random order.
The dream she kept was crooked being past
knotted into wasteful passion modestly yet insufficiently sure
knives splendid ly displayed dressed in mysterious ness
are fantasy longed for, futures’ denial, locked from
the spirals for ever growing outward toward the
possible, that perspective far removed from what once
were daggers drawn by un conscious demonic nemesis
now downperfectly burying conscious understanding,cathartically arising.
Look into her misery and stare without pain
do not share or worry, history echoes hollow
not vain, but meaning brought through time from
experience, meanings mostly made from panic and fear
Look adjacent at reality history echoing stories of
reality meaning nothing; Look, she through illusion cast
in awe to ward hated experience put away
the full strike off, she numbed out family,
eye contact, balance, fear; numbed for no thing.
Hard tight fisted fighting as her cheek grows
cold, touching fingers to cuts, blood tears down
like rain drops blast sting pools after storm
ice s in. Pride where are you? Where?
As he pain fully cut, filling drink glass
it splinters into pieces and his temper cracks
falls into coma of conscience, fist raising and
like pieces of conscience, free as anger bleeds.
She held her in her arm, whispering, no
more, no more, covering head and heart, surrender
likely, illusions recently killed raised threateningly above about
to slap, after her high humble screams butt
kick ed his ambition to submission, saying no
sense non sense, and then protected no more
by the less honour able her, more, she
care less ly, callous ly, whispering ‘she weeps’.
About the Creator
Gregory Broadbent
I am 53, live in Melbourne, Australia, with my wife and two teenagers. I work as a counselor and tarot reader in North Melbourne and have been writing poetry and prose for over 35 years.
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