An adventure of self-discovery. - 24th November 2010.


Reprieve.

That shrivelled glass keen
To set fire to what we haven't seen;
Set before us,
We thought the silver side was hot.

The tears of proof slumber,
Quitting at the horizon.
We haven't heard from salvation
In the time that's gone.

The packing could come as pain,
Or perfect satire;
It could have audacity
To play a game.

Memory could damage the mind,
Infactuated signs;
The capability to design
A world which can breathe.



Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2010-11-24 at 23:39

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I am enjoying the twists and tugs of language - the imagination stretches with the "shrivelling of glass" and such stuff! And what a prospect - having memories damage the mind. Sheer, cutting edge verse.
2010-11-28



I can relate to your view of the world here in this poem; yeah I did assume with audacity at one time. Waiting to breath freely. Great insight on self and the surrounding pressures played by games having fun? Excellent write as always.
2010-11-25


existence
just loved it..great!
2010-11-25


shells
I liked this, but wasn't sure if I understood it, I hope that whatever you discovered on your journey, it was good. Self discovery can be very enlightening.
2010-11-25