Sunday 10 August 2014

red line

Keith Haring


surrounded by the red line
our dance macabre excites
demons and devils
volatile debris builds up
suffocating hopes
laying  waste to heartfelt dreams
crushed yearnings 
and inclinations
fall discarded.

KD 10/8/14




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9 comments:

  1. Berowne10 August 2014 at 11:34


    A downer, but quite well done. Might one use the word "dysphoria"?

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  2. Helen10 August 2014 at 12:06

    You may live the 'simple life' ~ this poem is far from simple! complex and beautifully composed.

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  3. 21 Wits10 August 2014 at 13:31

    It is time to break the red line!

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  4. Anonymous10 August 2014 at 23:39

    Very lovely even though hopes being crushed is sad. Amazing writing.

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  5. Jinksy11 August 2014 at 01:30

    Boxed in by a red line, who dares to step beyond? A dance macabre, indeed...

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  6. Unknown11 August 2014 at 06:13

    A crushing set of words, powerful, that inspires to break free.

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  7. Little Nell12 August 2014 at 05:52

    A dramatic use of words; volatile debris is spot on!

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  8. Eddie Bluelights13 August 2014 at 01:51

    I think we will all break out of the red box.
    Loved your take ~ Eddie :)

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  9. Katherine14 August 2014 at 05:33

    Powerful and dramatic .. very good

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