tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669 (are we there yet?) kokopelle 2016-11-18T01:38:57Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:681356 2016-11-18T01:38:57Z 2016-11-18T01:38:57Z contemplative public 0 Words may heat and hurt. “The Note” is a poem about a specific kind of note. <br /><br /><br />The Note<br /><br />Each character resists the charge<br />testimony to my helplessness<br />combatants in my internal strife<br />transferred to march into the war<br />if I asked for volunteers<br />the angels would keep them from this cause<br />in my chains they’re are cast to serve<br />it is this duty they must fulfill<br /><br />the words form in ragged ranks<br />companies made of consonants<br />vowels added to give a punch<br />weaponized to make my point<br />tiny groupings of ordinance<br />not yet delivered for full impact<br />this will be addressed in short time<br />as cords are sent down the line<br /><br />the sentences aim to harm<br />succinct collections all should fear<br />telegraphed with ill intent<br />malice on purpose if not by accident<br />the Heavens beg for mercy sent<br />to those who browse the gathering<br />perhaps the worst is over, think again<br />another level of pain will now commence<br /><br />the paragraphs complete my work<br />revelation of imagined pains<br />documented for all to read<br />inescapable once eyes have seen<br />testimony in its full form<br />statement of the change to come<br />forgive the messenger for its use<br />the letters beg for your grace.<br /><br />2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161117.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&ditemid=681356" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments