Forbidden is awash in violent red splashes of X's, warning with fingerpointing assertions of do not enter. Forbidden is an uplifted drawing bridge across a foreboding moat filled with snapping dragons and choking weeds, wrapping around bodies too eager to cross over.
Just try your luck.
Forbidden is the tart taste of a red apple picked from the tree, crunched with abandoned, the juices dripping from a wanting mouth, satisfying need. Forbidden is the secret lusting desire fueled by the glowing heat of tantric temptations......a fruit more powerful than a disciplined mind can ward off.
Forbidden.
Verboten.
Forbidden is the unheard demand, lost in the crowded shouts and screams ripping through the waves upon waves of war horror, killings, rapes, desperate hunger....extreme, extreme evil. Forbidden is the lost word, thirsty to be revived as a challenging cry over the deserts where the sands' swirling whips echo back the message...........
..........Help me.
Can you hear the cry?
Forbidden are the broken boughs of lost blossoms in need of a few caring drops of water to satisfy a rough gravel thirst. Forbidden is the dictatorial kidnapping of liberty.......the torturous hooding of human beings tied up with wrist cutting ropes made of fear and threats.
And yet, we stand by and let it continue. Why?
Forbidden is the word this week for Sunday Scribblings. It's been a while since I played along. I've missed it. For more forbidden interpretations, check out Sunday Scribblings. Don't worry, you're allowed.
6 comments:
This is a powerful prose poem. I its final verses especially, it echoes my own thoughts. Yes, some things should be forbidden!
granny smith....thank you. I'm thinking I need to fix how it is set up. sometimes blogger has a mind of its own in that regard. when I was thinking about the prompt, I kept envisioning the colour red....that if the word forbidden had a colour, it would be red. then, the visuals came from that. by the time i sat down to physically write it, it flew out of me in 1/2 an hour. amazing when that happens.
thank you for your feedback.
If only evil could be stopped with a sign that said: FORBIDDEN.
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I have a second blog now.
http://torristravel.typepad.com
More American politics now but all future writing on that blog will be based on reality.
Amazing metaphors! Love the bridge across the moat and the screams ripping through the waves.
As much as we hate restrictions, we have to remember there are others besides us, with their own opinions. Opt-in/opt-out for certain things may be more appropriate.
this gave me chills!
excellent.
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