A Cold and Pitiless Wind
by Jerry Bolton
Monday, August 06, 2012
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It has been a long time since I've posted this, maybe it's time again .
A cold and pitiless wind moves among us,
A current of current rising from epochs old.
Can we sleep serenely and without fear when
Amid stirrings of horse's hoofs he smiles?
Beneath primordial moons deviously does plot,
Time is of no value, eternity has evolved.
Without the ticking sound of the life's clock,
Snorting Arabian steed's anxious for the fight.
Poised on every shore, peering into windows,
O, so stealthy, when at last the moon has hid.
And the tide washes up, deposits combatants,
They come, by air, luxury liner, banana boat.
By the soles of their feet, souls of their God,
Like residue from a growing, fanatical storm.
What blood moves through these warriors,
Which provokes bloodlust as easily as a smile?
He is there, over there, here too, right here,
Where the children are at play with yesterday's
Values, yesterday's view, yesterday's excitement?
When the tongue and eyes of the ancient ones
Speak softly, gazing upon the long awaited prize.
The thundering of million's of hoofs let loose,
Neighing a battle cry to the dead, silent old ones.
And we, well we go about our business of sanity,
Thinking we are good, we are clean, we laugh.
Calmly we do leave the doors and the windows
Ajar for our visitors who are now neighbors,
To finish the ancient martyr's settling of scores.
©April 26, 2004 / Jerry Pat Bolton
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|Reviewed by K H
|This is very good, an ominous note to a very rich use of imagery. Do we ever really know who people truly are? Is life about keeping score? Makes me think.|
|Reviewed by Keith Rowley
|I read it twice. It has the flavor of time, and of the end of time, of long restrained strife and bloodshed incipient in every waking moment. And yet it seems also that a great relief floods us all even as the first blood falls. I like it.|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|a strong look at us, Jerry,
and an accurate one - more what we've become
than what our natures are and certainly much
more sad than what we could be
|Reviewed by neerja gandhi
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Still Intense *Jerry*
Eight years later...
What has changed of
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|This is eerily mystical and yet so relevant, contemporary and hauntingly of "the now", Jerry. Like words on a breeze, we feel the buzz and look here, there, but know not whence the soundings come. It's devastating that, somehow, yes, we feel we ARE ever at the mercy of old scores being settled by new and uncontrollable means... including political puppets and pawns as twas ever thus... Has the same effect on me as a ghost story! Great visualisation here. xx|
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|Almost sounds like you are talking about the "grim reaper" but the sort that is pitiless and uncaring. One who shows you some bleak reality of past instead of forgiveness and wants to smote those down with a sword.
Bleak write Jerry but oh so very good!
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)
A sad reality indeed. A very though provoking write with so many layers! Settling of scores.. a wind that, sadly, never seems to change.
|Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki (Reader)
|Excellent imagery, sad reality, open eyes choose to remain closed to the covered over chaos. Provokes questions with too many meditations..
Thank you, Jerry
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Yup! Why lock the door? Everyone kind of sees what's going on or they've been existing on "Oh, I must be kind to each and every person because 'We are a brotherhood of man...!' Bullshit! I really got into this! Thanks!
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Unfortunately, one can attach this piece to a number of persistent anomalies, evil ideas and notions that swarm the planet day in and day out. Wish there were just one element of fear we had to contend with, but as the poem suggests, "martyr's settling of scores" is a pandemic of sorts now.|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Thought provoking write.|
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|This I one of your best my friend, very thought provoking with exquiste imagery, encore.
|Reviewed by Adriaen Valerius (Reader)
|Is the wind really that cold and pitiless.
Are we ignorant.
Are we naive.
Lot's of questions Jerry