copyright cwmartin 2011

hold fast
if you wish
to the rusted chains
that anchor you
to your haven
of self-certainty
and denial
for outside
the sacred stones
that line the walls
forming the port
is a sea of knowledge
it may be best
that you stay
not sail these waters
for this sea
has been known
to swallow
a mind
like yours

the bridge…

from where
i started
i’ve walked
a long time
to get to this point
i didn’t think
i would reach this place
for the waters were
dark and very deep
i couldn’t see the bottom
so i walked along the edge
and prayed that i could
navigate the thick underbrush
sometimes the embankment
was covered with twigs and leaves
concealing the pitfalls on the path
so i fell a couple of times
and had to pull myself up
and continue on with faith
every now and then
there were stepping-stones
or markers on the trail
but more often than not
the trail was unmarked
sometimes i would
come to a clearing
and i’d move along quickly
without hesitation
enjoying the journey i was on
but just as suddenly
the path would narrow
and I would have to wade
into the dark swirling waters
moving slowly
feeling the weight of life
after a while
the waters grew warm
and shallow
and i could see the bridge
a bridge
i must
cross over

Morituri te salutamus…

Challenge Photo From Jade

beneath these still
dark waters
I rest
in the ancestral clay
a fallen soul
a warrior
for a just cause
a cause
long forgotten
like all
just causes
wrapped in heroic flags
of country
my soul
like the thousands
have been reduced
to a few pages
in a history book
in some
i am a hero
others cast me
as a devil
but i was
just a man
brought here
on swift currents
once i was struck
by a child’s arrow
a child i showed mercy
from my blade
but as I forged the stream
his arrow pierced my back
into my heart
killing me without honor
for he

This poem represents my first response to  the second challenge series between Jade and I.  As you may recall, each poet provides the other with a series of photos, visual prompts,  from which the poet is to write a poem.  Jade has written her first response which can be found here.  Yes…I know my Latin was bad, but haven’t used it since high school and trust me that was a long time ago.

suffering the vengeance eternal…

there was a man
i shall call him
since his name
is not important
nor shall i tell you
his religion
since all religions
would have led him
to the same fate
so it was that everyman
came to the sea of death
seeking the monster
that had destroyed
all that was sacred to him
the smell of rotting fish
and sulfur filled the air
and he could barely breathe
but his anger was so great
that he waded into the sea
seeking his revenge
his flesh burned
but he refused
to give up his quest
soon his skin became numb
like a heart that’s filled with hate
and he was able to dive
beneath the surface
into its depths
with each dive his skin
became more adapted
protected by an armor
that he felt was righteousness
and so it was
for years
and one day he came upon the beast
and slayed it without mercy
the waters around him filled with blood
and he swam towards
the shore
but as he approached
screams could be heard
that the beast had returned
and in the reflection of the moon
he could see
that he had