Literati. Here is a nice change of pace. Beneath the surface, I envisioned as beneath the surface of the sand or sea, or emotions, or actions. Peeling back those layers. New to our site Grant Laurence has his own metaphor. Could bring tears to your eyes.
Remembrance
by Grant Laurence
Take me apart
Down to the core
The onion peeled
Stripped open and raw
A house full of mirrors
To where all doors are locked
As dust shows remembrance
For silenced clocks that have stopped
A child in the woods
Who screams out his name
To nature’s dark witness
When only shadows remain
As bloody war torn affections
Protected from view
The political party
A family brand-new
With a son to be proud of
And the other excused
The bitterest pill
For an ego so bruised
A bird without wings
In that invisible cage
With feathers all ruffled
And a beak full of rage
Where a blind man goes walking
Whilst the dogs are all fed
No hand set for guidance
With signposts unread
As time plays the healer
He never gives in
To my unbearable weakness
To your unforgivable sins
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“Rememberance” is as smoothly written as sipping aged bourbon and as emotionally ripping as bloody-jagged gulping of cut glass shards. Excellent !!!
Bones are fodder for the fields of battle. We who walk the green are the ghosts.
Amen Brother.
Nice.
What a gift you have Mr Laurence!
Stunning!
So few words…so powerful.
Killer last stanza. It really rounds the poem out nicely.
Extraordinary!!!!!