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Read MoreCynicism Urban(e) smells suffocate our human(e)-ness struggling to remember forests, but still sparing with ghosts. We use to howl and rage, even dance at the Moon - cursing its phases and orangeness. Now we only nod, that American heroin nod as it influences our moods; rationalizing our ability to kill everyone, everything different...
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Thank you RomaJ, I truly appreciate your take on this poem. “Strange Fruit”, a sung by Billie Holiday, is a song about the lynching of Black men during the whole period of “Jim Crow” America (1877-1964). These “lynchings” continue today, not done by KKK, but police terror. In the song, Billie H. talks about “bulging eyes” and “black bodies swinging”. I used birds as a metaphor for this horror.
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Read MoreYellow Atrocity Screams In the depth of night,when all is silent,I can hear you scream.It’s a blood screamnot from a dream butthe reality of human atrocity.This sound is yellow,the shade often seen hiding in shadow,or imagined while listeningto a morose...
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This is so empowering. We need to stop this.
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Hi Curt. I know I left a review for this poem on WC, but the message is so important, I’m glad you shared it here too.
The imagery on this piece is haunting- The yellow scream is so vivid, almost synesthetic image that makes human atrocity feel terrifyingly alive.
The way sound, color, and darkness intertwine lingers long after reading.
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A haunting reflection on lost humanity. Our instinct to howl and dance muted by indifference, while cruelty parades as normal. The “strange fruit” lingers, reminding us of what we’ve forsaken and what it means to truly see and feel again.