That macabre nightmare refuses
to desist, bubbling in my thoughts
like a frightening fountain whose faucet
runs only hot.
Only hot — those visions mock me,
scald my soul until scars fester
and ripple on the surface encircling
what was once me.
Once me — like a pest I’ve gone
too far and while you watched this pot
has boiled. All that remains is the drain,
once me (and you) run only hot.
©2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
Today at dVerse we’re trying oral poetry. I started this poem in my head and tried to make use of repetition and alliteration to make it easier to remember. I made it to the end!
I also used Fandango’s one word challenge: “macabre,” a word I can never pronounce correctly, ironically enough.
I often wake up with nightmares and the image of the faucet only running hot is really good (and sinister)
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Thanks so much, though I’m sorry you wake from nightmares too often
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I love the repetition and the refrain of ‘once me/only hot,’ which really carries the poem along, as the alliteration gives it a delightful, if somewhat menacing flow!
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Thanks so much, Ingrid 🙂
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Such good adjectives and metaphors in this, Phillip. Seems so frightening and futile, where one is the drain and the other is hot water pouring down it, a pain that feels like it will never end 😦
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Thanks so much 🙂 It has to end — it always does.
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You’re welcome!
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Oh, this is frightening. What a nightmare! I really like the sound and the repetition of hot (though menacing).
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Thanks so much 🙂
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The image of the faucet that only runs hot was quite effective.
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Thanks so much
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This is deliciously dark and brooding. I especially like the image of; “thoughts like a frightening fountain whose faucet runs only hot.” An apt description and feeling when one has nightmares. 💝💝
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Thanks so much : )
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I love both the literal and figurative imagery, I think this can apply to PTSD and the like especially after waking up from nightmares. Love the analogies you included, they are quite clever. Haunting work!
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Thanks so much, Lucy! I think you’re right about PTSD too, though I cannot speak from experience
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i loved the menace in this just like any nightmare.
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Thanks : )
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Excellent metaphor! “Scald my soul” works well in this! 👏👏
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Thanks so much 🙂
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I enjoyed the form you created with the repetition. It has a nice step, like a dance.
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The repetition works so wonderfully in the nightmarish scenario.
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Thanks!
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You are welcome.
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I hear your voice .. loud / clear .. in this perfectly penned poem.
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Very kind. Thank you!
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“Only hot — those visions mock me,
scald my soul until scars fester
and ripple on the surface encircling
what was once me.”
loved the way you phrased your words, gave it a unusual rhythm that i liked. and i thought it was very clever, well done
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Thanks so much, fellow Phillip!
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Haunting, Phillip!
❤
David
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This made me want to wash you in a refreshing cool rain.
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You may be right!
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What was once me – a fearful acknowledgement surrounded by haunting fears. Very powerful.
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Thanks!
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