A Siege of silence stirred, beneath the kitchens verge
As Morning traced through windows, rays of burning gold
On a wall a cat clock grinned, sweating nervous ticks
Pounding fatal drumbeats as dry tension gently explodes
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Love love love the use of words in this poem- - -for example - -> a separatist steak knife- - > Siege of silence- - > Cutlery began to march- - > Cupboards shuddered open- - > Bourgeois saucers - - > euphoric steel - -and on it goes a verbal treat in every line. Kevin, your imagination is limitless! 10's abound on this and I'm placing this on my fav list to remind me that loving words bears fruit! ! !
Spellbinding write that grips you from the title itself to the very end. The final stanza sends a meaningful message. Yes, in every war, there is no winner. Death always claims dominion. So beautifully written. On to my Poem List.
A unique and one of a kind write. Only a few minds can present themes on war and procrastination in a fascinating poem like this one. This write gives the mind many things to ponder about. Perceptive and insightful with superb.....superb imagery. I always love to see clocks in every part of the house to remind of time....we are slaves of. time....and this poem brings me this thought that procrastination is sometimes deadly.
VERY VERY VERY NICE DO READ SOME ANDGIVE ME ADVIICE AND AVDISE
Enjoyed reading your poem!