By Hades

The crossroads of memory and

imagination a dusty location

history- the children’s propaganda version;

 

that unattractive moral hypocrisy (we are all a part) of broken

truth that extends only so far then shies away:

the event horizon of a half-lie;

 

a broken truth less telling than falsehood for

an outright inversion reveals

as much as it conceals-

 

every action shows a little more; you wake up feeling

like a chipped mirror or

something more organic…

 

…but decayed.

 

Because you can’t defy observation

there’s no escaping speculation (about insignificant

daily habits, or perhaps something perverse

 

and mildly disgusting) unlike electrons

people can’t perplex all the instruments of science

only hide in the anonymity of the crowd where

 

we think ugly thoughts about one another

but no one is anybody special.

 

Sometimes I picture myself as a character in a history book-

for characters they are, as one does not see them

with their naked/tear-streaked faces

 

turned skyward in despair and confusion-and picture pretentious  discussions

of what I wrought occurring hundreds of years later

and wonder

 

and wonder if it is worth it to strive for change

when thoughts seem static

ideals unaltered

 

I feel almost vindicated in my…

 

revulsion.

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4 thoughts on “Revulsion

  • February 25, 2012 at 12:58 am
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    Ohmyword. Ohmyword. That was… ok, my mind is still spinning but you definitely have a skill with words, Hades. This poem is striking and rings a [good] discordant note. Very, very absorbing. I can really taste what you’re saying on my tongue, which sounds weird but is a compliment, I swear. I like it. :)

    Tiny critique/question/comment:
    “The crossroads of memory and
    imagination a dusty location
    history- the children’s propaganda version;”
    See, the line “imagination a dusty location” makes sense and sounds good. Rolls off the tongue. But only by itself. If you read it like a sentence instead of poem form: “The crossroads of memory and imagination a dusty location” doesn’t really sound right. Does that make sense? Maybe it’s just me. maybe “imagination is a dusty location” or “are a dusty location”? Dunno. Up to you.

    Man, I cannot get over this poem! You’re really really good!

    ciao,
    Em

  • February 27, 2012 at 10:08 pm
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    In sentence form, I think it would be “the crossroads of memory and imagination: a dusty location”. It could also be seen as a separate thought, I guess. I sometimes use fragments and disconnected phrases within lines.

  • February 27, 2012 at 10:08 pm
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    Thanks for reading!

  • February 27, 2012 at 11:40 pm
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    Thanks for explaining. The nice thing about poetry is that fragments can work, especially in freeverse. Sorry about that!

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