Rage consumes you my beautiful white lion, lying exposed on the scorched savannah, seeking a mirage of relief in the potions of witch doctors has poisoned your soul.
Alone, padding heavily around your fallen kingdom your keening roar paints the horizon in shades of black. I fear the sunset is upon us.
Rage has the ability to turn white to black - the light of day to the dark of night, the warm of goodness to the cold of evil. In the jungle the sun is hot, and as hope flees it loses its ability to heal, the keep the skies bright. Sunset looms as that which has been purported to bring relief fails - the mirage is "found out" to be false and reality begins to settle in.
After the sunset, then darkness consumes life! Excellent write with vivid imagery!!!
Posted 13 Years Ago
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13 Years Ago
Hi Sheila,
Thank you for such a wise and thoughtful reply. Sometimes reality can crush us like.. read moreHi Sheila,
Thank you for such a wise and thoughtful reply. Sometimes reality can crush us like the sharp edge of a burning sunset. Thank you so much for reading.
Breathe slowwwwwwly...in and out seven times .think of the only thing that makes you really smile...this thought..will calm the Lion down.
Fool-proof...in all seasons...
Posted 13 Years Ago
13 Years Ago
Ahh, wise words. The universe thanks you.
13 Years Ago
Just your own advice teacher...in another place; another somewhere..returned to you with interest.
Gorgeous. I love the line "your keening roar paints the horizon in shades of black." When you mentioned witch doctors I wondered whether the white lion was a metaphor for a person.
Posted 13 Years Ago
13 Years Ago
It is most definitely about a person. I am pleased that you found beauty in the poem.
Honestly? This made me think of the addiction of alcohol, or perhaps some other "potion"...more often than not, the "kingdom" does fall victim to the rage of the lion. Probably nowhere even close to where you were going with this ;-) but that's what I saw. Great work, blue.
Rage has the ability to turn white to black - the light of day to the dark of night, the warm of goodness to the cold of evil. In the jungle the sun is hot, and as hope flees it loses its ability to heal, the keep the skies bright. Sunset looms as that which has been purported to bring relief fails - the mirage is "found out" to be false and reality begins to settle in.
After the sunset, then darkness consumes life! Excellent write with vivid imagery!!!
Posted 13 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
13 Years Ago
Hi Sheila,
Thank you for such a wise and thoughtful reply. Sometimes reality can crush us like.. read moreHi Sheila,
Thank you for such a wise and thoughtful reply. Sometimes reality can crush us like the sharp edge of a burning sunset. Thank you so much for reading.
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