((12) Beasts Of Truth Poem by Luis Gil de la Puente
((12) Beasts Of Truth
Tic, tac, and we move
to that place of lesser resistance,
where inertia rests,
and there is no danger.
Places with our names written on them.
We think they are the things we love,
our lullabies.
But dreams chase us,
they wear costumes,
they call us “ liar ”, “coward”.
They shout our misery.
They are beasts waiting
for their freedom
or their banquet
under our pillows
This is a beautifully written poem, replete with novel imagery. Bravo.
Yes truth can be both hurtful and dangerous....secrets under the pillows...we can feel the tensions in the room A very very good poem Excellent work-Pia
i like your style of writing...the meaning seems elusive and yet it reverberate through my psyche...thanks
An awe-inspiring poem. Astounding might be another term. You see through the surface, and plunge into the depths, there to ascend. - Will
Beautiful imageries you create on dream and sleep, Luis...artful write...philosophic too! 10+
Reality is tough Our hearts are soft To follow the angel or succumb to devil To live the dreams Or to bury liveliness The choice is ours to be or not to be....
A poem of great complexity, and profundity. Your poem casts down, and uplifts, the reader. Facing bleak facts, the poet transcends these to art. - Will
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 12:47:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
for their freedom or their banquet under our pillows good imagery in poem