Title - A ravenous past. This brings to mind a beast of remembered experiences hungry and eager be very much in the present.
A fortress of pain
built in a dense present with
troubled memories as guards,
compassion lies dead
in bloodied truth and her hope
fed to the wolves of the past;
Great imagery, the memories of pain depicted as a wolf. The wolf feeding on compassion and hope. How to keep such a beast out? We build walls of protection and keep them away, well we try to.
stands far ahead
and pain pours through the night,
this ravenous past she cannot
Hope, there is always this, but here it is so far off, almost unreachable. The rain feels like tears induced by the torment and lack of hope.
So she learns to live
with salty mornings chiseled
upon the green grass.
This leaves me with an image of waking up face down. The tears taste of salt and the chiseled reference the cold hard steel of the experience.
This is just my interpretation, but I have enjoyed reading through your work.
Thank you for sharing.
2 years ago
by Ben Pickard
What a clever and thoroughly enjoyable piece, Meena. Well done and all the best,
I have to tell you, your choice and order of poetry forms work brilliantly!
But probably what more remarkable is that, you were able to execute the
forms perfectly yet not becoming dull or resonating any cliche. I have read
thousands of formed poetry but very few could pull it off!!!!
From your opening line to the closing one you grab the reader's soul
and walk it through your realm.. Bravo!!!