on top of the hill, there’s a fire so close
like a drill, trees get burned in rows
a vision so gross like what the prophet said
in the boroughs people cry as the fire spreads
repent for we have sinned, the naked truth hurts
to our chagrin, nothing works with our effort
unholy as the light shines, scarring us for life
could this be a sign, to think of the afterlife?
until the time we can’t hide anymore
pay for our crime, that’s the cure
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
That video is mesmerizing. Wow! I love the cadence of your piece and your embedded rhymes. The juxtaposition of rhythm and rhyme with a dark subject matter always delights me. haha! Seriously. I love that. Thanks.
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thanks, Brenda 🙂 glad you like it!
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Your words and images had me hooked as soon as I arrived here! Really clever.
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thanks, Keith 🙂 your poem is cool, too! repent now!
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The video is mesmerizing and your words make so much sense.
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2016/04/24/as-nightingales-sing/
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thanks, Elizabeth 🙂
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I like the internal rhyme with ‘sinned’ and ‘chagrin.’
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thanks, C.C. 🙂
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Yikes!
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sorry…
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Curiously I had seen the video clip before (probably on Facebook!) and commend you on using it to illustrate how close disaster can be to any of us by such a freak occurrence.
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thanks, Oldegg 🙂 have a great week!
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This tumbles down beautifully – like falling down a hill – and a truly terrifying video
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cheers, Jae Rose 🙂 have a lovely week!
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