Disparity

Disparity

Slender beams of accusation, lances of lightning, enter this darkened prison as I kneel before false prophets.

Always a slave, always despairing, frozen here, waiting.

Tortured forms, wrought in panes of glass, between the bars, loom as the dry dust of antiquated memory dances in the air.

Forming fresh an image in my dreams, penetrating my secret places.

To taste the drop of water that is called freedom.

To drink from the cup of wine which is the blood and the supple loaf which is the body.

As I am full of myself and the world, I cannot.

To bitter a stew that will not be devoured in one great physical encroachment.

Realization dawning on a mirrored face, I raise my head, now defying my obvious fate.

Leaving me, I remain and watch the flashes of light dance shadows of yesterday upon the walls.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like this poem and the message even penetrating secret places. You did a great job...

[FlatLineBeauty]

You did an amazing job with this poem. With every line I was able to paint a picture in my mind and add more detail through every line. xo Winter

[Tumara Hall]

I love how each phrase is so interesting and smooth :) You did such a good job writing this. Deep but not too long I love this piece! Well done!

[Ruth]

This is a most insighful piece that gathers emotion and lets it sail in any direction it chooses, therefore the reader can interpret on a personal level...very deep and moving hon x

[Stephanie]

"Always a slave, always despairing, frozen here, waiting." That line really sums up how I've come to feel about church. I also agree with everyone who commented before me, you really have addressed the issue so gracefully and with lines that are pretty unforgettable. I especially love the last line!

[R. L. Hill]

Provoking is the perfect work for this. You have touched a topic that many put in abrasive words to convey their meaning, but here, you have done it with grace. Skilled and beautiful poem, Ray.

[sonnie ibadah]

"...To drink from the cup of wine which is the blood and the supple loaf which is the body.
As I am full of myself and the world, I cannot..." this is very deep. i like it!

[Michelle N. H.]

"Forming fresh an image in my dreams, penetrating my secret places". Wows. I want to own that line, it's so good.

[Matt Sayer]

An eloquent reflection on the incongruity of church, the oppression inherent in a place intended for the relinquishment of sin. Compellingly provocative! Nice work :)

[ProCoacoa]

This one paints very vivid pictures with its words. My favourite lines in this one was "To taste the drop of water that is called freedom", the desperation here is very very powerful, and the last line ends the poem in a BANG.

Love it Raymond!