Skin
of flesh
knows its nakedness --
and its soul.
Within the hesitant hour
the empty streets know shivers
and rain.
Curved,
all rivers
flow their turbulent song
along veins
often deserted by love.
Yet: a pulse remembers
its heart.
Shadows
line paths of sight.
The sun rises:
a blinded eye ...
and a curtain
falls.
myra
25.09.2006
Author notes
Artwork: "Nude#10-89" by David Mott
Media: compressed charcoal
Dimensions: 18"x24"
Date of Work: 1989-90
One of the earliest in the 'shadowed' nude series. No pastel used, charcoal on pastel paper.
Option 3: These Lonely Streets -- The poem outlines not only the loneliness of the individual in in the external context, the lonely crowd, but also the extremely lonely inner-world, souls often isolated in own privacy, vulnerable and needy, but everyone on their own lonesome journey towards Eternity ... "and a curtain falls". The layeredness of the poem may find its various interpretations within the reader's own frame of reference, and on several levels.
The evergreen band, The Beatles, is my favorite band.
Written September 25th, 2006
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A contest entry
- Four Options, No Prewrites, 300 points to give away... by A Silent Cry.
300 points, ended September 28, 2006, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Okay that makes more sense thanks for clarifying.
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Hallo Abbie -- Sorry dearest One, I did read the rules, but I forgot to add my favorite band. As for your other request, I updated my Author's comment. Hopefully it may clarify the connection of title and poem.
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Please read all the rules next time, you were suppose to tell me you're favorite band.
Good write, but I don't see how it pertains to the title. If you can tell me how then I will consider it for the judging.
-Abbie- -
Powerfully inscibed, love the way you paint sweet soul!
Much love, Your friend, Timothy
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I think this expresses well the core of love, the undiminished seed of the soul, soldiering on through the empty chasm, knowing for certain it should be, even though all evidence points to the contrary.
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Hi Myra. Don't be sad, we love you.
Am I the only one who is scared by this poem? it reminds me of the empty world and that the good is often just fleeting and out of reach... -
Hi! I am Zena. I love your poem. I am new. But this poem, with the artwork sends shivers down my spine. I am young. 22 years. But I am often lonely. I think I am well, attractive enough. That is the trouble. So do the wrong sorts of guys.
I am sad that you are sad. I am happy that you are a true poet. 
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i have in the past walked the night, just gone where my feet have led me while heartache and loneliness raged inside, a great poem here on the cry of love. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
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A plethra of sad sensations was generated by this presentation. I can envision the lonely lady in her darkened world. Her body betrays the passion locked in her soul.
Sincerely,
Leo Long -
This is a "subconscious" poem, which came as a response to your artwork. I sometimes forget the depth of my own sorrow -- mercifully.
Thank you David, for the desensitizing experience.
Myra -
It's an honor to have one of my drawings used by a poet as gifted as you Myra.
I think you've captured in words what I was seeking in form and tone.
This is a study in light in dark, in contemplation and revery.
Beautifully done
D
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