A Tragedy

by silvershoes   Nov 10, 2010


By Theophile Marzials [rewritten by me]

He barges down in the river.

From slimy branches, grey drips drop;
they scraggle black on a thinning sky
where smoke clouds
drizzle and fly,
To oozing waters that lounge
on scrag piles where loose cords plop,
and the shrill winds whine in
the tree top.

He barges down in the river.

And there, scudding by,
a boatman yells, 'Ahoy!
All is running, water and sky,
with the agony of war -
to stop, you die.'
Then forward he paddles
through sludge and slime,
whereby -
His head shrieks stop,
and His heart shrieks die,
and the shrill winds whine in
the tree top.

'A curse on the boatman! Ugh!'

Yet He knows, oh, He knows,
(the devil, His friend
and always His foe)
as His head shrieks stop,
and His heart shrieks die,
it is only a lie -
It is only
a lie.
One He owes the whole of His living
to.

And the shrill winds whine in
the tree top,
as He barges down in the river.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Jad

    What a awesome write from a poem that I found to take away my sanity in bits and pieces. You did a wonderful job with all your poems and I believe that you deserve to be the winner of the Tournament. The great descriptions in this poem was really great and the way it was told in a story really added to the flow of the poem which was flawless. So much more to be said that can't be described in words but I will tell you this that you have an amazing talent and I believe you will go far. Great job and keep writing.

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