Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

The Scream

Awake in fantasy's dream,
reality can't keep pace.
And like Munch's painting, "The Scream,"
anxiety warps my face.

Rank smells announce my coming;
roaming the land of the blind.
For those reduced to slumming,
stink of sweat and piss; combined.

Draped in poverty's fashion,
I strut about ten feet tall.
And though dirty and ashen,
I'm invisible to all.

Victim of hypocrisy;
I'm treated like backstreet trash.
And despite democracy,
my rights are shackled to cash.

I'm like a myth, mired in doubt,
kept out of mind, out of sight.
For a whisper cannot shout,
and a ghost evades the light.

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Line Gauthier March 16, 2018 at 4:51 PM Powerful poem with very effective imagery of the well-known painting The Scream. "Victim of hypocrisy I’m treated like common trash. And despite democracy I have no rights without cash." Emile Pinet March 17, 2018 at 9:23 AM Thanks so much Line, I truly appreciate your comments and support my friend, Emile.

Bob Atkinson January 6, 2016 at 8:46 AM If sloth has no penalty, effort has no goal. Emile Pinet January 6, 2016 at 10:24 AM Sloth is it's own penalty and effort is seldom enough. If gluttony has no limit, starvation is the results. Thanks Bob, I appreciate your commenting. Emile.

Viv Wigley January 6, 2016 at 12:33 AM This works for me because it is so not you, Emile. Quite a departure, but shows the breadth of your descriptive prowess. A great write, in my humble opinion. Regards, Viv Emile Pinet January 6, 2016 at 8:24 AM Thanks Viv, I appreciate your comments, and you're right, this is so not me. Emile.

Andrea Dietrich January 5, 2016 at 5:54 PM this is deep and DARK, Emile. You gotta save it for the next deep dark contest. Great way to interpret that haunting picture! Emile Pinet January 6, 2016 at 8:25 AM Thanks Andrea, I appreciate your friendly encouraging comments. Emile.

White Sage January 5, 2016 at 4:59 PM nice write Emile... Emile Pinet January 6, 2016 at 8:26 AM Thanks White Sage, I appreciate your visit. Emile.

Nette Onclaud January 5, 2016 at 11:44 AM enjoyed the visceral quality of this gothic-like piece, emile... wow.. huggs Emile Pinet January 6, 2016 at 8:27 AM Thanks Nette, I truly appreciate your encouraging comments. Emile.

Afolabi Muideen January 5, 2016 at 4:34 AM This speaks so eloquent. Glad to drop by....thanks for sharing..........A.M. Emile Pinet January 5, 2016 at 10:10 AM Thanks Afolabi, your support is most welcome. Emile.

Connie Marcum Wong January 5, 2016 at 3:48 AM Your poem speaks up loudly for those who suffer such plight. Excellent Emile! I have had 6 family members from Calif. Visiting the past two weeks, so I have missed many great poems like this one! I wish you a blessed 2016 dear friend. Blessings and love, Connie Emile Pinet January 5, 2016 at 10:11 AM Thanks so much Connie, your warm presence and friendly words are always most appreciated. Emile.

Joseph May January 4, 2016 at 10:59 PM Powerful write Emile...well written... Emile Pinet January 5, 2016 at 10:13 AM Thanks Joseph, your visits are appreciated. Emile.

Skat A January 4, 2016 at 8:29 PM an awesome ending.....Hugs* SKAT Emile Pinet January 5, 2016 at 10:14 AM Thanks so much SKAT, your visits are always a treat. Emile.

Dalia Shahein January 4, 2016 at 6:28 PM Art is not just a painting on some paper , no it has a deep meanings it can represent a whole different world of magnificent emotions , very well written my friend.....hugs / / :) dalia Emile Pinet January 5, 2016 at 10:15 AM Thanks Dalia, your visits are truly appreciated. Emile.