Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Scream/Poets United Midweek Motif


The scream escapes my throat
I spin around
There is no one to address
My scream echoes
Against stone walls

The hot wind wanders through the canyon
Carries  my scream from the heart
To the desert
To be lost in the echoes
Of my sorrow

Just when I think I have successfully cast them out
They return
Sail in on hot scorching winds
Which blow sand into my lungs
Burn my feet on hot sand

Find their way into seeps
Dripping down stone walls
Travel small streams
Where they eventually reach the sea
Where they sail for eternity

I have heard others speak of hearing it
When least expected
Like banshees/ ear ripping
Sounds of sorrow
Blowing across the mesa

Perhaps the screams of today
Join the screams of yesterday
And return and return
Continually searching for their home
A place they will be welcome
And be cast out no more

March 11, 2018


Sherry Blue Sky said...

I can almost hear the whisper of those screams coming across the desert. And well know the inner scream, that is "the echoes of my sorrow". The imagery in this poem is so beautiful, my friend. The sounds of sorrow, blowing across the mesa.

gillena cox said...

I luv the image of compound screams. You have i strongly think put forward a new myth


Vivian Zems said...

A haunting tale. The thought of screams trying to find a home makes me shudder. Somehow, I don't think they will.

Khaya Ronkainen said...

Your words are keenly affecting, yet the imagery is striking. An impressive balance.

Susan said...

Wow! The echoes from screams of sorrow take an amazing journey, saturating past, present and future. This is an amazing poem. It feels true.

Toni Spencer said...

The last stanza...I think of all the screams since the beginning of time trying to find a home...scary, devastating, sad. This reads like mythology and yet, it rings so very true.

Old Egg said...

For anyone who has experienced sorrow this poem so reflects the feeling of one so bereaved. There must be so many screams echoing around the world as love is rent asunder.

Thotpurge said...

Fabulous imagery of the cast our screams wandering forever searching for a home.. wonderful writing.

Sumana Roy said...

So very beautifully put. To me it's not unfamiliar at all. An absolute truth.

Kim Russell said...

I love the lines:
'Perhaps the screams of today
Join the screams of yesterday
And return and return
Continually searching for their home' -
I can imagine those screams wandering the canyon forever.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

What a thought, lost screams finding their masters.

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