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Le Pathetique
by Uriel TovarI am convinced that
nothing else matters
these words on this page
are just a fleeting glimpse
of a one moment struggle
in time--
a flame caught in an updraft
burning bright
leaving only a little smoke
and a little more darkness in its absence.
We are the idiots;
deaf, dumb and blind.
left in this torturous ebbing
wave
to bobble softly in the sea
catching a few breaths
only to be pulled in by an undertow,
filled with liquid and then disintegrate
into a useless and devastating ocean.
There are no more music makers,
their dreams have been unsung
all that remains are hideous claw marks
on some abandoned home's wall. 12/28/2005 Posted on 12/28/2005
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
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| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 12/29/05 at 05:02 AM Wow, Uriel, I got a sense of foreboding in this poem. We are idiots, but we keep writing, don't we? You caught me and reeled me in right here, "I am convinced that
nothing else matters
these words on this page
are just a fleeting glimpse
of a one moment struggle
in time--" Fabulous!
Just wondering about this line, "all that remains are hideous claw marks ..." ... did you want it to read "and all that remains" or "what remains?"
Thanks for the read. :)
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| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 07/26/06 at 12:16 PM I love the dark in this, the true dark we all ignore. |
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