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Post by georgefripley on Jul 13, 2009 0:21:29 GMT -5
Where there are dreams hiding in the bushes shaking in fear of being found; fugitives from the soul on its eternal quest for peace, the landscape shudders with pain.
Where innovation sits becalmed on an endless ocean, disappearing within a grey and choking haze, an outcast exiled to the periphery without parole, progress drowns in non-stop rain.
Where happiness clings desperately to the cliff’s edge, scrabbling for purchase on crumbling rocks, discarded, surplus to the requirements of the inner circle, contentment evaporates in harsh disdain.
Where compasses no longer work, where maps no longer show the way, where success is measured in arrogance and few will dare to complain.
Here lie the downtrodden, the cattle, milked to exhaustion and prodded ever forward, whipped into line with bureaucratic gusto, no matter how cruel the idea, no matter how insane.
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Post by Dr Fogg on Jul 13, 2009 2:57:44 GMT -5
What an entrance George, this was brilliant, i think it echos how many of us feel right now. I found a strong resemblance to Kiplings poem "IF" in the style but not the content. Exalt
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Post by Artemis on Jul 13, 2009 3:27:09 GMT -5
George this is just astounding! Foggy is so right, this is exactly how so many feel nowadays. The metaphoric value in this write is phenominal, well written and so much food for thought too. These writes always end up making me feel I need to get out there and do something, great I really enjoyed it. Kerry xx
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Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Jul 13, 2009 8:34:28 GMT -5
Shades of Orwell, this is great! Welcome George. it's the fourth stanza that really got to me: "where compasses don't work" makes me think it's moral compasses you refer to, highlighting that sense of desolation that pervades this poem. What a write! *exalt*
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Post by georgefripley on Jul 13, 2009 19:18:07 GMT -5
Thanks guys for your kind comments...sometimes it just 'happens'. In this case sitting in the lunchroom at work.
And foggy...I am a big fan of Kipling's 'If' and also of Benjamin Zephaniah's 'What If' (I heartily recommend this poem!). I didn't think I was thinking of them when I wrote this, but subconcsiously you never kinow what is going on in your brain.
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