In Greek mythology, Cassandra was a cursed prophetess. She was gifted with prophecy but the curse ensured her predictions would never be believed. Not that it stopped her from speaking out. It behoves all of us to speak out about what is wrong but also about what is right. We can do that in our writing whether it be comment, prose or poetry. What matters is the message.
The days are chewed,
made soft.
The dog has taken them
with sharp, white teeth
and ridden hard
the muscled thoughts,
reduced the dreams
to nought.
And now I sit,
inside the dream,
a broken, swallowed
thing.
posted by Roslyn Ross at 3:13 pm
Member Media,Entertainment & Arts Alliance. Member Society of Editors (WA); Member Society of Editors (SA); Member South Australian Writer's Centre. Member South Australian Genealogy and Heraldry Society.
2 Comments:
I know I am but a pot calling the kettle black (are we allowed to say that in these Politically Correct times?) but perhaps we should encourage each other to write more.
A lovely poem and just about how I feel right now, all chewed up and spat out. But, I am sure that as always, I will bounce back.
If you go to my blog and follow the link to the Suburban Bushwacker's blog, he has just posted a site that can detirmine which famous author your writing most resembles. I bunged in, one at a time, five of my last posts and got James Joyce, Kurt Vonnegut and Cory Doctorow three times...
Hi Tom,
I'm not sure when you posted this. I have been a bit slack accessing blogs and comments. Thankyou for the comment. I wrote this poem while we were living in Angola but it reflects 'places I have been' in the past.
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