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Lie's Gift

Lie’s Gift

Black ink spilled from his sharp pen, yet it was my blood.
I traced the path of each letter’s descent, in my blood

Morning never arrives to collect the dark dreams
That drift in sorrow and then, seep out in my blood

Phaeton’s chariot waits to paint the new day
Sunrise’s pale red ascent, awash in my blood

There is no blue in the palette of a fallen sky
It is draped in gray tints, congealed with my blood

I can no longer see how I believed in love
A ring empty and spent, never tainted by my blood

There is a house that can no longer be a home
Infidelity now pays the rent, with my blood

Harold’s words fall, single frames amidst the sadness
Lain on the Alter of discontent, with my blood.

Author notes

This poem is written in the form of a Ghazal. It is an expression of the feelings that occur when you find out that the one you trusted has been untrustworthy. The rhyme is found in the interior of the second line of each couplet.
Written February 28th, 2005

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  • Sophies Soul
    March 3, 2005
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    I thought the repetition of "in my blood" set the tone of this piece...he reaffirms himself, that this the blood, he shed through the dark moments of his journey. Almost like a true warrior pining over the past, and in retrospect he acknowledges his own blood he shed, on that battle field of yesterday. This is the voice of his soul...I was left feeling a little melancholy and that is the pure beauty of literature that can create, such lovely pictures in your mind, which enable you to feel real emotions and I did....I loved it!!!
    Edited on Mar 03, 2:00 p.m. because ''.


  • Catalyst
    March 2, 2005
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    There is a dark air to this poem that is tainted with sadness. Very subtle beauty here. I thought it was terrific. Great job. Keep it up!

  • AngelMonkeysFly
    March 2, 2005
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    I don't like the repetition of the blood part....but otherwise I liked it.


  • Serene
    February 28, 2005
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    The shade of this work of yours dispenses a dark tone, yet one that strikes with the mystical quality...so incredibly beautiful..........u.n.t..


  • Touchof1der silver member
    February 28, 2005
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    This is very sad yet there is such a subtle beauty in the flow and imagery here. The background and image seem to fit this piece well. This is a form I haven't yet tried but have a great respect for me. Sigh. Perhaps some day! Thank you for the wonderful read!
    ♥ Kimberly

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