Jet-powered skies ravage colours
today; machines thread
lost sacrament, leaving me damaged
as men play trip numbers,
advice cool to women in wayward sublime
Conform subtle wishes of pagan desire;
in prayer-contained faith fetid quagmire resides
Confirmation unbound in this hollow mistake;
within single lines, benediction dies here
The words don't fit. They rarely do.
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wow…this is like a cascade of imagery with a wicked flow…from the machines in the opening to the spirituality of the end….Conform subtle wishes of pagan desire;
in prayer-contained faith fetid quagmire resides…ha wicked good line…
Thanks my friend. Don’t you hate that when that happens.
So much to love in this poem, Pamela! One great image after another, from your awesome title to your stunning last line! “Confirmation unbound in this hollow mistake; within single lines, benediction dies here.” Hollow mistake is wonderful!
Thanks Marianne, I didn’t use two of the words, oops!
Ahh… the slippery slope… powerful. Pagan desire.
I often wondered now if Pagan worship was so bad, the established, organised ones aren’t doing too well now, are they?
Bren, you have a good point there.
Conform subtle wishes of pagan desire;
I keep asking how pagan desires can be so overbearing. It appears to be so! Wonderful verse Pam!
Hank
Thanks for reading and commenting, Hank.
The death of benedictions is always a sad affair…
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Wow…your title is intense and the poem that follows does not fail to match the intensity…great write, Pamela!
Thanks Hannah.
Wow!!! Nothing more to say!
*smiles*
Allow me to echo all the other comments, Pamela, this is an astounding write. From title, to beginning, to your powerful ending. Quite a ride today. Think I’ll scroll back up for another read.
Thanks, Brenda.
Love jet-powered skies… powerful piece.
*smiles*
Amazing write, Pamela! I was drawn in immediately by the strong title. The finish was equally strong.
Thanks for reading, nan.
As always, Pamela, beautiful. Graceful flow,
Elizabeth
Very nice of you, Elizabeth.
Love yoour title! The entire poem is filled with great images.
Marian, I enjoyed yours this week. Stay safe.
Hi Pamela, I like the surreal title and the last phrase: benediction dies here. Hope you’re keeping busy and well.
Thanks, Irene. Yes, I am staying busy as always.
interesting…
Thanks for commenting.
I like the direction you took this week…
Very nice of you, Stan. It is a pleasure to see you with us.
Cleverly used wordle for this vivid poem.
Thanks Misky, I enjoyed your wordle also.
Wow – this is a very strong sad poem = where benediction dies a startling image. k.
Thanks Karin. It looks like things are calming down in your part of the country. Well, that is what CNN is reporting.Conflicting reports are coming over the news network and the internet. Agh! I hope you are safe.
Beautiful, as always, Pamela!
A wondeful write here.