Tuesday, February 5, 2013

The Crux of the Hex (A Lullaby of Pain)



A delicate estrangement—an insurrection of high stakes—
The costs beset the murmured voice—jostling for dismay— Panic stills the arches, belittling what’s been frayed

There’s fervor in the accolades and damage in the cup—Tarnishing the wind chimes, deconstructing all that’s loved—
Skewing the firmament in all things corrupt

As addled insteps disable, a forgotten seam is stitched—Contaminating the structures, envisioning the touch—The howl of the banshee—stretching the crux of this hex

Tainted rains stir deceptive—with emotion, syllogisms grow— Windswept and staining, the compositions first possess the truth—eagerly diluting trust, turning friends to foes

Duplicity covets eyestrain, through disjointed combinations—
Furtive glances whisper—each syllable eclipses stillness while dancing in the half-life—abusing the elements of sedation

And as moisture fondles, each symbol demystifies—the salve and the possession—the cymbal and the crutch—caressing the suffocation softly—as do the lullabies of pain

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12 comments:

  1. duplicity is eyestrain, it could cause conjunctivitis maybe? to me that is the pivotal point of the poem because you've got the moisture, and the sleep and sedation an the the emotions which comes through the eyes. even the wind and the stain, the wind bothers our eyes, they get stained at the eye doctor. weird how i saw it this way

    epideictic rhetoric

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  2. caressing the suffocation softly...dang fred...i am going to have nightmares tonight..thanks...this is very lyrical in feel through out so the closure of lullaby of pain fits...dang...

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  3. Bit of parts here and there, dislodging a bit at your lair. Rifling with pain and little gain, truly sucks as it flows like rain.

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  4. Wow this one is deep and I agree with Brian the lyrical create the lullaby.

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  5. Wow, this has depth that even I don't think I quite understand.I do hear the painful lullabies... excellent!

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  6. oh heck...that closure made me swallow hard.. esp. in contrast to the soft lullaby voice

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  7. Very rich form and word choices, Fred. I've probably commented on this before (if not, I should have) but your choice of active verbs makes your work come to life!

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  8. First - great title, Fred, and many strong oxymorons here - the caressing the suffocation - even lullaby of pain is a bit of an oxymoron--addled insteps disable - great sound - this feels like my problem--addled insteps in the brain! Thanks. k.

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  9. Fred, this is really one I have to chew on for a while. So much depth..and your word choices bring the piece to perfection.

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  10. You always write with deep passion and words, Fred ~

    I enjoyed your video/read ~ Cheers ~

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  11. I love listening to you read them so I can feel your passion. :)

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  12. not a lullaby I care to get lost in, though when such a hex is cast there's little choice I suppose. I wonder about the sound tarnished wind chimes make...

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