Pain and Ice Cream
Lost to the survival of hostilities bare
under the threat of recoveries frightful reminders
Trauma in the fragile tear of personalities bare
unto confusion’s realm of powerful forgetting
Fear in the soil of one’s peace of mind eroding the bare sanity
of being
The respect of patience shattered in the exhaust
of aired giving’s overwhelm colliding
with the unfair soul leaving one alone
and alone to be multiplied
And so the storms own the troubled seas
and the sky will
not rest till the past is not the owner
of the present anymore
Come on laughter and cry aloud
with the madness of ending the staged comedy of me;
of life’s curtain
call for the actors of pain to take a bow as the flowers rain
“Hey, want to go get some ice cream?”
© Copyright 2008 C.C. Arshagra
Comments
This is an excellent example of not only a word painting but a sound sensory experience as well.
C.C. Absolutely awesome…always love your words!!!!! SAlly xxoo
I enjoyed that change of perspective at the end, it really packs a punch.
I love ice cream. I don’t eat as much now that I`ve linked ice cream with some unpleasant childhood experiences. This poem sums up some of my expereinces. Shirley’s Tribe, our group of vulnerable, disadvantaged and supporting people, has a motto – I scream, you scream, we scream, ICECREAM!
and the sky will
not rest till the past is not the owner
of the present anymore
Very important words. This is phenomenal and I so thank you for pointing me here.
I love the line,“ending the staged comedy of me.” It reminds us all to not take it upon ourselves to martyrdom, feign our grandeur or experience as final call to curtain. With that said, let’s get some ice cream! Beautiful words and powerful feeling expressed.