False

The flow of water empties,
cleanses the un-pure
and replaces rough edges
with tenderness.

Breathing deep of swirling
incense smoke fills
voids vacated by dazed
and vacuous thoughts.

Foreboding flaps of wings —
made feral by guilt — shatter
the silence of a false
tranquility.

Fear scurries from the heat
of ambivalence and neglect,
assuming the attitude
of an obsequious servant.

All prayers are not holy.

Incense smoke

Incense smoke (Photo credit: Frank Kehren)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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15 Comments

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15 responses to “False

  1. Mark, this is quite nice.

    Pamela

  2. Noah Matthews

    Dude, that last line is money.

  3. Oh, my WORD. That last line is a stinger. Fantastic.

  4. beautifully written, bravo

  5. Oh my gosh, that last line! Wow. And I love this: “incense smoke fills voids vacated by dazed and vacuous thoughts”

    I tell you what, there is really some merit in taking a break from writing for a few days. You come back on fire.

    I also like these:
    “Foreboding flaps of wings – made feral by guilt”
    “Fear scurries from the heat of ambivalence and neglect”

    Excellent work.

  6. no they are not…i love your Vs and Fs in this, it felt fun on my lips….i really like the opening…water does smooth out, wear away at the edges, i see this in the river often…

  7. Well hello Poet…how much fun did you have reading this one aloud when that brilliant finish was written? If you’re NOT smiling right now, you should be. This is lyrical and mysterious…and now I’m going to read it again…

  8. “Breathing deep of swirling
    incense smoke fills
    voids vacated by dazed
    and vacuous thoughts.

    Foreboding flaps of wings –
    made feral by guilt — shatter
    the silence of a false
    tranquility.”

    to me, this brought back memories substance abuse, the guilt, the shame, the nature of the addiction itself, but maybe that’s just me. very well written, moves and breathes very well, and i enjoyed it much.

  9. The last line is just brilliant, enjoyed the poem.

  10. tmhHoover

    The last line leaves no room for doubt. Great writing.

  11. All prayers certainly aren’t holy, for nothing is holy.
    Interesting images, but I can’t understand the poem itself.

  12. hypercryptical

    All prayers are not holy indeed. Excellent write.

    Anna :o]

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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