Transcendent Desperation [Day 66]
Transcendent Desperation
A fever struck bullseye,
nightmare of layered mouths.
I am the cauldron where
brews medicinal and noxious steep.
Drunk through the pores,
they grant me rapid waves;
pensive in the anguish that follows
sinking crimson waves, I rise.
Vacillation-swaths,
a neon-swirled mélange
painted and unpainted
by the sun's rebirth-demise.
Tines foetid singing through ears ringing
recall the deep-red, see it fall through sleep-funnels
(wormholes extending back to the beginning,
a luscious scene before black-red sweat, sing with me
and remember, you are free.)
I am miles above the scalding amphora now;
this revelation will never die.
O God, please...
Consecutive darts
from serpents' tongues strike deep.
please don't go
please don't
This elixir of suns and blood
has half-drunk me.
I'm begging you,
don't leave...
ocean-drops darken the mural.
without you
I implode.
I am oil burnt on wood to ash.
O God, please,
let me die.
Poetry
Written by
@d-pend on 5/11/18
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Photography by
Somadjinn
.1 — "Fall Forest Shipwreck"
2 — "Bleeding Grunge Rust"
3 — "Frosty Christmas Trail"
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So beautiful poems I'm fascinated by the fact that all of your post looks great due to the busyness of the work, but I comment today thank you for sharing I hope you share more poetry like this.
"Transcendent despair" presents an overwhelmed lyrical voice, constipated to despair, by the volatile contrasts that have affected his entire world. It is not just sensations, it is a bitter disease personifying itself, becoming more powerful than it is able to bear the speaker, who begs God, to cease his torment.
I feel the same way when my kids wake me up early Saturday morning asking for me to make them breakfast.
There is no easy solution. It would be nice if Steem was in the green and you had some major supporters. I'm thankful the community interacts and supports each other.
There is story of the mother eagle. She raises her chicks for a while then kicks them out of the nest knowing they can't fly. She let's them drop pretty far and then she picks them up before they hit the ground. She does this several times until they learn to fly.
I would like to thank you for sharing this poem. I am translating this poem into my language and it feels very good that all of your men love me very much and thank you for sharing it among us I hope you share many more poems in us
Thank you so much for the person you follow me so beautiful
Wow i am very impress..😍😍😍
I love your poetry! I also love the photos!
And finally found a person interested in poetry and writes poems that imagine us as moving pictures handed over to you, you can take a look at my publications and I hope you give me your opinion of them ... Thank you @d-pend
That was powerful and imagery striking. The dark night of the soul can often be very colorful, Be it dark or bright, it is overwhelming. Fabulous write, Daniel:)
Come truly beautiful pictures you have there. The poems good too of course ;)
Amazing poem beautiful and awesome one :)