Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Inquisition

Inquisition


I stand, quivering, like a
fragile, frightened shadow.
X marks the spot.

It's like an interrogation -
the bright light is boring a hole
deep into my skull,
dulling my senses
and blackening my sight.

An impartial crowd heckle
as the jury fire comments at me.

There is a long pause.

Finally
the judge passes sentence
and it is all over.

The verdict stands.

4 Comments:

At April 28, 2006 12:17 AM, Anonymous Jimmy said...

This reminds me of a poem I wrote years ago -

An experience in wax
melts
in the black heat
of the midnight sun
becoming white
in natural light

Articulately endearing
in a display of compatibility
with an endangered species

Reacting spontaneously
with all the art
of practiced
self preservation.

I think this is all of it - it is somewhere - but where.
This is my comment, the memory of this poem.

 
At May 04, 2006 12:10 PM, Blogger ThePoet said...

Jimmy - Don't take this the wrong way but I'd prefer if you don't post your poems on my site. That's not what this is for. Thanks.

 
At May 04, 2006 12:16 PM, Blogger duffy said...

Have to say... I think both of them are super.

Love the use of language to protray your nervousness - i'm guessing - and fear of what is to come...

 
At May 04, 2006 6:10 PM, Anonymous Jimmy said...

Will do and please feel free to delete any comments I've posted.

 

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