Friday, December 14, 2012

Infinity Loop






Infinity Loop






Down into our softest flesh
the bloodsick madness cuts,
to watch the victims falter
before the mind slams shut.

Light's forever dripping
from a never healing wound,
dry black petals falling from
a broken rose deboned.

Come witness darkness making
the cycle of what's wrong,
forgotten in the evening,
walking again at dawn.






~December 2012
I don't know how many of these horrific incidents have happened over the course of my life, I only know too many people have died in them, and that they are happening more frequently. Each time, there's a huge furor initially, and the next week, it's all forgotten.  
Except for those who have to live with it.

Deepest sympathies to all in Newtown, Connecticut








photo: black rose, (c) joyannjones 2012

11 comments:

  1. forgotten in the evening
    walking again at dawn....ugh what a close....just finished writing on it as well for tomorrow...its like a punch to the heart....and even worse, how soon we will forget...

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  2. I haven't even been able to get my head around this. All of those little ones . . .

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  3. Agree with Brian re especially beautiful close of this poem. The Rose deboned also very memorable. Agree in all. Heart-breaking. K.

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  4. The words and phrases used her are especially good. The use of a sort of ballad metre is perfect for the story.

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  5. And the close is super. Brief and poignant poems are the best.

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  6. It's hard to put words around this enormous loss of innocents but you did it poignantly. Come witness darkness. We just did. Oh, those parents with their empty arms. Goddess help us.

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  7. The stark music of CSN on your sidebar goes ideally with this poem, unfortunately.

    I don't understand why guns are so revered in our country. They have one purpose: to kill. Note to righties: the U.N. is never going to invade. Get real. Easy access to guns make it simple for any angry or unbalanced person to visit his rage upon anyone.

    You make a good point, though a disheartening one, that once the news cycle has turned a couple of times, it's all forgotten until the next time. And there is always a next time.

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  8. ..forgotten in the evening, walking again at dawn.

    All too true. Sadly violence is entrenched in society, another opium of the masses.

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  9. You have expressed it well, Joy. Already yesterday the spin was all "our right to bear arms". Sigh. Your closing lines are brilliant.

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  10. I've read the poem and listened to the music several times. It's difficult to say something appropriate. I am sorry for the families and loved ones.

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    1. I don't know what would be appropriate. Anguish and loss at this level is somewhere beyond words, I think, for those undergoing it. The terrible thing to me is that I, and others unaffected will forget, sooner or later, but for those involved, it will never end and will shape the remainder of their lives. Thanks for reading Scott.

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