An Owl’s Cry The Sunday Whirl #177

A juxtaposition of life,
men get war’s grief.

When horses aren’t enough for the dismal
display of meandering bullets shearing flesh;
fetish is exposed thrusting
a blade into the mother of life.

Roses won’t grow ‘tween you and I
where we plant the imperfection.

Which spot?
How many locks?
Meandering one’s self.
The screeching owl never visits anymore.

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15 responses to “An Owl’s Cry The Sunday Whirl #177

  1. Roses won’t grow ‘tween you and I
    where we plant the imperfection.

    Imperfections obviously are the intruding episodes that may flare up if not taken care of! One often gets into a mess with others over trivial things. One-upmanship cannot be invoked with those who are dear to us. This is often realized when it is too late! Great lines Pamelita!

    Hank

  2. Very insightful comment, Hank. Thanks.

  3. The wisdom of the owl drowned out by the futility of fighting/war..beautifully composed…wishing this Sunday to be peaceful of you..

  4. This is a wonderful piece! I love it, maybe one of your best!

  5. I don’t know….but I did make a comment…it disappeared, I hope you will get it.

  6. These wordle words led us all to hard places.

  7. Heavy undertones in this one, Pamela, that seem to reflect the dis-ease that oppresses us world-wide right now. Wisdom has been replaced with strife.

  8. The dismal is still beautiful in your words.

  9. Intriguing line – “roses wont grow ‘tween you and I where we plant the imperfection…..” Cool write, Pamela.

  10. I always thought women get war’s grief. Too long have we believed that war is noble. It is not, no wonder the owl hoots at us. Red poppies are the accepted sign of remembrance of war dead for just one day a year; for the remainder we forget.

  11. Ah, I see you got your poem done 😉 Very interesting piece. what is being said and not being said.

  12. This is wonderfully dark and enigmatic Pamela…I love your word choices and imagery…”meandering bullets shearing flesh” – delicious, and chilling.

    http://whenthepenbleeds.blogspot.ca/2014/09/another-dismal-morning.html

  13. Wonderful, particular “Roses won’t grow ‘tween you and I
    where we plant the imperfection.” Well done, Pamela.

  14. Dark and sharp, full of discord and apprehension.

I appreciate all comments.

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