From whence comes those cries?
A prophet,
awash in a sea of zealots:
waves of legality
cascade over his voice,
his struggles unnoticed
among self-righteous spray.
"Man overboard!"
Feet pound the heaving deck,
as anxious hands
grasp the life-preserver.
Hesitating at the rail,
his would-be rescuers
stop to render judgment.
Will they realize
it's not his life in danger
of suffocating among the brine,
but theirs?
His cries are of warning,
not of fear!
BRILLIANT!!!! So well done, Dallas: great parable here, written with not a word wasted and yet this little power-packed poem is image-rich and fully developped in plot and presentation. I'm in total admiration for how well you've exectuted this. It's explosive! And right on the money! :)) xx
And he will swim off to destiny. Wise words, well crafted.
Ron
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on August 2, 2009
No, they're usually too busy being smug and petty unforunately. It takes a special soul to step out of group-think and speak one's mind, especially if unpopular, which it almost always is. So hard to hear amongst echo-chambers, noise-machines and think-tank talking points. Amazing and impressive you were writing this in '99. Prophet indeed my friend!!
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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stop to render judgment.
well aint that the truth! I love everything about this poem, you speak truth Dallas
Carol
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
it's not his life in danger
of suffocating among the brine,
but theirs?
His cries are of warning,
not of fear!
How thought-inciting and most apt, Dallas. This is indeed substance for reflection. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Ron