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‘Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usna’s children died.’ – W.B. Yeats
Now is Not the Time…
the burning stench of liquid iron, oozing
clouds of ether, billowing from hell’s hot gate
midst crimson pools of life on pews, congealing
silent screams of innocents who met a too soon fate
with cool resign they sacrifice the children
offering thoughts and prayers as consolation
while coddling the vain and self-indulgent
as more blood spills they crush all condemnation
it makes no sense, this detour from all reason
building up tall walls just keep monsters inside
until this ends, the meek remain in season
don’t believe them when they say they care…they lie
~kat
Not sure what style of poem this is. It started out at a Rispetto, but I had more to say that two stanza’s would allow. So here it is then, a modified verse that rhymes and plods along in an iambic cadence some 11 syllables per line. Of course this is the ninth day of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats. Today’s inspiration comes once again from‘The Rose of the World’ by W.B. Yeats.
like mercury colliding... 
November 9th, 2017 at 5:10 pm
Wow. Very powerful!
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November 9th, 2017 at 5:14 pm
Thank you Kirst. I needed to find words for this. The prompt and poetry challenge helped me release. ❤
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November 9th, 2017 at 5:25 pm
It’s good when prompts just come along at the right time like that.
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November 9th, 2017 at 5:30 pm
Yes. It helps get those emotions out! 😢
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November 9th, 2017 at 5:25 pm
Whatever it is, I like it!
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November 9th, 2017 at 5:35 pm
Thanks Peter! 🙂
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November 9th, 2017 at 6:06 pm
Another example of Excellence poem! 😎😎😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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November 9th, 2017 at 6:08 pm
Thank you Dorna. I do love poetry. ❤️
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November 9th, 2017 at 6:39 pm
I understand the feeling. 😉
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November 9th, 2017 at 10:49 pm
Powerful expression.
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November 10th, 2017 at 1:09 pm
Thank you…very dark times we are living.
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November 10th, 2017 at 1:32 pm
Yes indeed.
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November 10th, 2017 at 6:40 am
The offering of prayers for lost lives makes me want to vomit too.
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November 10th, 2017 at 6:41 am
It is sickening.
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November 10th, 2017 at 6:59 am
Who needs prayers? What the bereaved in these awful situations surely want, if they want anything, is gun control.
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November 10th, 2017 at 7:14 am
The irony is that the recent survivors would likely oppose gun control believing the armed intervention of fellow members, now heroes, saved them from more casualties. The solution…pastors and their deacons need to be armed because prayers apparently are not enough. Their god cannot even save them in his own house. 😡 As I said much brewing in my chest on this one.
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November 13th, 2017 at 8:21 am
I don’t care what kind of poem it is Kat it spoke right to me and in my book that is brilliant 💜💜
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November 13th, 2017 at 9:40 am
Thank you Willow. I believe Poetry helps us move through the emotions of the day toward healing. ❤️
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November 13th, 2017 at 10:51 am
Very very true
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November 14th, 2017 at 9:46 am
🙂
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