A Purgatory Peopleless

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A Purgatory Peopleless

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written by @d-pend
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    art by seven-teenth & snatti89


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A Purgatory Peopleless


Pallor of the previous centuries' sins
hangs over the city barely visible.

In stark contrast,
the amber sun's candled pinpoints
pierce unevenly miasmic curtains
and a woman walks between,
hovering gaseous over the striped world.

Yearning to osmose at canine's altar,
some grimeless acceptance that redeems:
she is silent under a decade of dust,
her mind quieter than footsteps
through snow taken begrudgingly.

As her walking conjures, piecemeal,
a screenplay fuzzed with time,
the ochre strobe of sentiment
beckons memory soft, sublime.

To be safe in a pond of people
that laugh and curse through muck,
that cry and sing together,
brings wistful tears of cursèd luck.

Of all the hopeless renegades,
of all the drownèd stars—
Why must I recount the tales
of Earth to paltry Mars?

She ponders and she paces,
pup anxious licks her hand.
I am last among the faces,
to walk the Earth unmanned.


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Written by
@d-pend
8/17/18
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Art credits:
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    1 — "Suddenly" by Seven-teenth
    2 — "Orange light" by Snatti89
    3 — "Travel" by Snatti89
    4 — "Cyberpunk" by Snatti89
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Hard be it for me to pass judgement upon such prose.
Your words flow like music upon violins bow.
Dripping their way down through your soul.
Leaving you glistening with afterbirth.
Reborn.

An interesting take on an apocalyptic scenario.
Is it still a purgatory if there are no people purging?
How come it is unmanned but not unwomanned?
What does the story suggest about women or men, or dogs, for that matter?
An old-testament kind of theology where children do pay for their parents' sins.
How happy will we be when all that bothers us is over? Will we shed "wistful tears of cursèd luck"?
Maybe dogs know better and we should pay attention to them when they try to get us out of so much pondering.

This is a very deep poem where it practically tells a story of a lonely woman in an uninhabited world where in the end you are alone with a small group of people submerged in mud of tears. Very good title for the poem.

Whaaat? You got me lost there. I mean, lost in some other world. Somehow it felt like I'm in the game and this is the last level or the outr o of the game haha Crazy, crazy good!

Have a great day or probably night! Peace yo! :D

Haha thanks man. I don't do too much dystopian stuff because I don't think the world will end up that way. Call me naive, but I'm forever an optimist :-P

When I wrote this I was thinking about perspective. For example, it's easy to complain about people and the world in general, but how might you feel if they were all gone? Maybe the woman in this story is having a nightmare and she'll sit up in bed suddenly, flecked with perspiration xD

Thanks for dropping by and for the support. It is night here indeed. Happy - probably afternoon - to you! Peace.

Good point man, people are strange in general so that's why we complain haha

It's 4:30 AM, getting ready to sleep, but Steemit keeps happening :D See ya around

Lol. I know exactly what you mean. Have a nice (eventual) slumber :-)

One coin has two aspect one is optimist other one is pessimist

Of all the hopeless renegades,
of all the drownèd stars—
Why must I recount the tales
of Earth to paltry Mars?

Good point for a weaver of never ending dreams. Why should there be an end to everything? And ... if there is, why should he be the one giving that bad news?

Hi there,
Or, why to Mars (of all planets); Why not to a more deserving star? Which speaks of our eternal arrogance even in light of disaster. We never learn :)

Yeah, that’s spot on @hlezama! We are too often fractured by the distortion that arbitrary preference brings.

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Man, I'm always such a skeptical dick when I read other peoples work coming into it, but holy shit this is nice bud! I quickly appreciated the images you conjured, and more specifically, the words invoked as to shade them.. A very unusual way of writing you have, I dig it!

wow unreal

Between the unreal and the real, who is the victor?

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Great artwork. 'Suddenly' is especially pretty. Thanks for exposing us to these lovely images. I have written to the artist on deviant art requesting permission to use the images too.

I feel this when reading your article. We are so busy in our actions that we have made ourselves alone.

You have written very well.

Thanks for leaving your impression @chnadrakant111. It’s true that we are the architects of our own isolation.

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  • @d-pend friend it's amazing how one is transported and gladly trapped in the story you are telling through poetry. You're an amazing friend. Happy night. Happy night. I want a pet, so come with me.

Ah man I am a sucker for the post-apocalyptic!

Well done again.

Hey @zekepickleman, I am too (though I have to be in a particular mood to savor the melancholy aura it conjures.) Have an awesome day!!!

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Poems like these make me love Steemit even more!

Oh loved the ending one the most

The ending image? Or the end of the poem?

The pictures have amazing color combinations, I really like it.

Wow!!! wonderful writing love this....

Nice writing mam...

A poetry from me for you👇

In the dark of the night I go to bed And feel purgatory drawing me in Say no more In the dark of the night I don’t trust myself Alone with my hand When I should stand up to Him Say no more In the dark of the night The storm drain overflows I should really get going So I don’t drown Say no more In the dark of the night I call all angels Take me closer to Heaven And farther from Him Say no more In the dark of the night In the alleyway running Please forgive me For not being brazen Please forgive me For not being brazen I will say no more

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Excellent poem 👌,beautiful images.😊

very nice poetry

Thank you very much @kimsani, I appreciate you visiting my blog!

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Thanks for the notification @arcange.

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I haven't read such a beautiful poem in days. As a writer, believe me when I say "you're better than just good!"
Bravo!

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