Seeming ruthless,
Looking ferocious
Blinding the survivors,
Biting into the orange twilight,
A beastly, new moon night,
Slowly engulfed a beautiful dusk.
He didn’t live his twilight.
But ferocious ‘it” was,
It never listened.
What remained were just ‘his’ traces,
And a satisfied beast.
Left him breathing,
Killed his life.
Scar-less body survived the massacre.
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The topic this week at writer’s island is “ferocious“.
Also the other prompt this week is identity, I had written some on the same subject before, thought of providing the link, guys please do check them out
“Identity“
Absolute Vanilla (an said
That is a very powerful piece of writing, Rambler!
Just Jen said
It sounds like a wolf got’em…:D
Tammy said
Very powerful! We can be our worst enemies at times.
whypaisley said
your poetry is really coming along rambler,, sometimes being left breathing with less than a life is the most painful way to go……
priyaiyer said
nice description and poignant poem. yep, sometimes life handicaps you, but it is upto you to a great extent whether to remain handicapped or not. isnt it?
Thinking aloud said
ok now u r offcially a poet…
‘cos i didn’t get some of ‘it’
rustyneurons said
leaves the cause for imagination, which is good – yyes, you are a Poet!!
Autumn said
Oh, my! Rather unlike your usual writing. Just as intriguing, though.
Shubd said
“Biting into the orange twilight,
A beastly, new moon night,
Slowly engulfed a beautiful dusk.”
Very unusual this piece .. all that brilliant palette of sunset colors routed by the darkness of a new moon night. Wonderfully created image.
Just like the ferocity of Life too . One does not know when to expect or its impact at that moment nor its after effects unless fully experienced.
Great post.
Rachana said
Whoa…. pretty strong piece… this one!!
bluebutterfly said
sometimes there is a really powerful piece of poetry which propels your imagination to draw this multitude of colors and scenes trying to express the poem in a picture …
and my “imagination” tried too …
as if the strength of the poem is visible …