The Devil is in details
14 February 2016
The vultures
Tired dark buzzards
Hungry pair
She had hair
He had all but a tight crop
More akin to a mop
They flew high
On their senseless greed
Death doth feed
These creatures
Hidden in despair’s darkness
Black words their prowess
Drip by drip
Intelligence fed
In doses
With slow words
Dictation manure for bred
In pots with roses
Ink to dry
Faces sweet that lie
Grimacing
Rubbing faults
In misheard treasures hunted
Off the grammar’s scales
The fools’ vain
Interpretation
Intent slain
The pair split
Twice the share’s unholy kit
Bleak fraternity
He went North
She headed down South
Where her mouth,
She belonged
The Devil is in details
Sadness wails me pails
Three can play
Only one can rule
In valleys
Of the blind
They say the subject is fool
One-eyed King scurries
Reading of the poem:
Everybody’s fool – Evanescence
Going under – Evanescence
Driving with the Devil – Brasher Bogue
Loved the poem… But the images are kinda creepy… p.s. loved the music as well 🙂
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Well the poem was to describe intrusive persons who are not really well wishers despite the pretences they keep up so the images had to convey a bit of that feeling
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Yeah I get it now 🙂
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🙂
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Loved this one, Geetha. The story of what happens to those with false intentions. Love the imagery of the vultures. Living off of death.
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Thanks Eric 🙂
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Another powerful write. Deep words and haunting images. LIke you description of a break up. And that phrase Three can play, only one can rule” was perfect.
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Thank you Andrew 🙂
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I like how you use buzzards to describe those who are deceiving in their ways. Love Evanescence 🙂
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Ah yes, that is what they strike me as, you know the people who will only attack the dead (absent) or the weak. I love Evanescence too. I actually have a very oddly sorted taste in music as I like very different types of music.
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Oh suppose even the vultures can find love. Great one for today Geetha!
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I guess they could. Thanks Marissa
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“Three can play
Only one can rule
In valleys
Of the blind
They say the subject is fool
One-eyed King scurries'” — wow what a perfect summation! Great poem!
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Thank you Melinda, am glad you liked it. This is SoCS writing flow 😀
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Love your work, Geetha 😊
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Thank you Larry 🙂 Happy Valentine to you
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I love the depth to your words. You write about loss of love, separation, writing, and that which drives a wedge between people so well. Dark but filled with understanding. Great write, my friend!
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Thank you Thomas. It is always good to be able to understand rather than reject blindly
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You are welcome, Geetha…i agree!
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Gosh this one is scary!
JP
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Thanks Jean-Paul. I guess as scary as must have been my face when I got upset with my fake “well-wishers”
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Oh dear – unwelcome visitors?
JP
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No, just busybodies who have not learnt to mind their own business
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I am sure you put them straight. Geetha rocks!!!
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Well yes, thanks. I don’t like being nasty but I don’t like people walking all over me either
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