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No Glory No glory sad one. Hollow images are no worshipped heroes except by others who are empty. Are those the ones you seek to fill the cult-craved crypts of your vacuumed soul? If so, then be happy, for they you will always find. Their need to follow is only superseded by your lust for their devotion. No glory sad one. Maybe sympathy and sorrow, maybe anger and disgust. No matter, for you will get your reactions. And those you will claim as a victory. But they were long ago defeated. They are the undefined without form or thought. They, like me, are not in motion, We merely exist as victims of the obvious. No glory sad one. Your world and you so fragile. A wind no stronger than an honest voice can blow away your pride and defenses. But you don't need to worry, few carry any truthful words. Like me, most speak in lies and delusions. If we see truth, we manipulate it, we process it into absurdities that mock our self-taught dogmas with reassurances that palter with reality. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Marsha Steed On Date: 2005-11-04 09:29:28
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.54545
You begin with 'no glory' and follow it through the three stanzas. Personally I enjoy the symmetry of this form. Immediately you echo the sad declaration with a word that echoes . . . 'hollow and empty'.
Your ending lines are strong and filled with meaning. lust for their devotion./victims of the obvious./palter with reality. It balances out the repeated opening nicely.
I particularly was drawn to: wind no stronger than an honest voice - If we see truth, we manipulate it, - Both memorable in and of themselves.
Your mocking quibble ends your piece without peace. No glory indeed, and the sadness is evidenced by the incongruencies of reality. Well done.
M