I wrote this using keywords my friend Dan tested me with. The contrast of death and peace. - 08 May 2006


Wash with the sea.

Relinquished threats of a rape to slaughter

The mind of secrecy sworn to sublime.

Beaten in self consciousness to many

Events shimmering a fiend of time.

 

Hung upon this ghastly rope,

I sweat my blood and praise it so.

 

But within these tears of crimson

The release of tranquil spirit hovers

Below the tangled ropes around my neck.

 

Pale beaches and high-white clouds,

Praise the lullaby that the wind does howl.

Slowly, the friction burns around my throat

Seeps away with the spit of sea.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-05-08 at 23:37

Tags Death  Life  Truth 

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Kathy Lockhart
this piece has me overwhelmed with awe in your brillant talent. Your choice of words play smooth upon the readers lips. Even in the harshness of such a cruel death, somehow, the softness of peace soothes the temporary pain of dying.

"Slowly, the friction burns around my throat
Seeps away with the spit of sea."

I can see the spirit rising, soaring into the clouds leaving only the bitter taste of death which is wisked away by the droplets of the sea's spray. Absolutely Outstanding, John......Kathy this is bookmarked and one of my favorites.
2006-05-11