Napowrimo 2018 – day 14

FRACTURED SONNET

In some places, there is peace…so I hear
Where people like me can be free to dream
But peace is a rumour you won’t find here

I wish that I could find a soothing balm
To take away the pain of my nation
But more likely, all I’ll find is a bomb

Indeed I hope to one day live in peace
In a healed land restored to unity
But instead we are fractured piece by piece

Perhaps some day the conflict will be through
And former enemies will become friends
But today, even I took rocks and threw

How is it that we have becomes so cleaved?
We need some glue so we might become cleaved.

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Off prompt today at napowrimo.net. in each tercet above,the first and this lines end with homophones. The final couplet has each line ending with “cleaved”…but used with opposite meanings (cleave can refer to splitting apart and joining together, making this word its own opposite)

In the Temple

as he stood there
he could taste the acrid smoke
of the incense
that was burning all around him.

he could smell the sour odor
of the sweat on the bodies
of the priests, alerting him
that they were near

he could hear the rise and fall
of the crowd’s chanting
as they worshiped their god

as he stood there
shackles chafing his wrists and ankles
he reached out and felt
the rough wood-grain of the
temple’s central pillars

he silently breathed
a prayer to The Almighty
begging forgiveness for
his past transgressions
and begged for one more chance

as he used his muscles
for the very last time
he knew
that those around him
would shortly join him
in his darkness

~~

At dVerse, Brian Miller challenged us to write a poem that describes something using any sense except sight.  It took me a while to figure out what/how I would write, but eventually thought of the last moment of Israel’s judge, Samson.  What did he experience, what did he feel as he stood in Dagon’s temple, the blinded prisoner of Israel’s enemy, the Philistines.