Mortal Blues

by Satish Verma   May 22, 2017


That satanic streak
of tireless undressing
of a hapless monarch.

Wings were gone. Cannot fly
across the tree
of hypocricy.

A footmat for the suicidal jump
from the elegant hierarchy
to grainy lies.

Why are you turning ungreen?
You will dig up the temple
without god?

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  • 7 years ago

    by BlueJay

    Judging Comment:

    Every aspect of this piece oozed with emotion and personality, there was no doubt in my mind that this would reach the hms (at minimum) this week, and I'm so glad to see that I was not wrong. Even if the choices did get close towards Friday. I think what I love the most about this piece is that despite the overwhelming sorrow I was able to stop and really contemplate the different directions of this piece and how incredibly penned each element was. The flow to this was perfectly conversational while the word choice was a little more dressed up than the average conversation, and I absolutely adored the short stanzas and how despite their length each was paced with information or imagery.

  • 7 years ago

    by BlueJay

    Honestly, I feel like the diction in this piece is what carries it along. Without such a precise sense of vocabulary this piece would not have been nearly as interesting to me. So fantastic job making this tale your own!

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