John Allen Richter

Gold Star - 7,086 Points (1959 / Richmond, In)

They Know Not - Poem by John Allen Richter

Words, like rain drops, come as spear tips -
ripping through the softness of my soul.
Yet I lay still - waiting for an end -
motionless - accepting the pain's fullness.

Quietly I will ride the storm -
keeping it's secrets inside - letting them
fall into my ripped, gaping wounds.
And when others say -
...... walk this way....
it is only here I shall lay -
bleeding.

For only blood forgives.
And they - minstrels of themselves -
will drink it in ignorance,
lapping away my love.

Topic(s) of this poem: sad


Comments about They Know Not by John Allen Richter

  • Daniel Brick (3/16/2015 5:21:00 AM)


    I love the figurative language in this poem! You don't use discrete similes and metaphors, but do something far more creative. Whole stanzas are metaphorical because the language is fused. I can't put it any clearer than that. In fact, that's the impact of much modern poetry - images, ideas, comparisons, everything fused. Check out Hart Crane's poem CHALINESQUE on the Home Page. He was the Master of Fused Language which means you can't paraphrase his poems but you can intuit his meaning. The title tells me this poem relates to Jesus's Passion and his forgiveness for his persecutors. But Jesus is symbolic, he's not the actual player here. It's a person who is walking in the Savior's footsteps. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 2, 2015



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