Dark this passage,
blustery the winds
that rattle the glass,
cold seeping through cracks,
light receding.
Life, we are sold,
should be parties
and castles – dreams
without limits –
disingenuous campaign
Truth lies somewhere
in-between –
elusive, yet enticing –
I would exit this isolation
shake the starkness
for but a glimpse.
(Images supplied by Reena’s Exploration challenge. Also inspired by Ragtag Community’s prompt: blustery, and Fandango’s: disingenuous.)
Profound and etched with despair.
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Sigh…thanks.
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You’re welcome V
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Love the earthiness of your poems. Reality can be a haunting beauty. Thanks, Don
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Thanks Don. I appreciate it!
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An image of what I’d call Bleak House, the reality aftger the fairy tale, but yes, just for a glimpse, hope.
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Always hope…thanks, Paul.
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I love the way you build this contrast and somehow pull it altogether. Wonderful!
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Thanks LuAnne. Always appreciate the feedback.
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Amazing words! Quite the masterpiece. 🙂
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Truth and Contrasts by VJ Knutson
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The emotion in each stanza is so strong – I find myself inadequate to say which is the best.
The bleakness of the storm, life being described as a campaign and finally ‘shaking the starkness’ for a glimpse of truth … would truth be starker than what we see or more resplendent?
Keep writing for the Exploration Challenge! It is such a pleasure.
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Thank you so much Reena! I appreciate your feedback, and your prompts!
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Beautifully written poem with strength of emotions.
miriam
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Thank you, Miriam.
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