I am Janus
one face is a smiling mask
The other is a tear-stained lump
And when it comes I cannot know
Light and beauty grace the day
Then some stray thought, like a
moth lost in the dark, flickers
into the cauldron of my mind
All becomes dark and sinister
Hopelessness leads me on a leash
like an untrained puppy
I sit and weep
I am Janus
In a list
A contest entry
- MOOD SWINGS by piccola.
450 points, ended January 27, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Thank you for reading my work, comments welcome
Comments
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Janus doesn't weep Sherry. When he gets dispondent he goes to war.
nice one dear
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I really like this. Hard to pick out particular parts...but the puppy on a leash fit, because one usually thinks of a puppy in a happy, light sense...but how do they feel being on a leash? Controlled by someone or something and held back probably. This fits the sense of mood swings..
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like an untrained puppy...
wow...you used "puppy" in a poem thats not all fluff and rainbows...thats creative
could you tell i liked those lines
sad though.
i liked the ending, how it was the begining.
and though its one name there "janus" she has two faces like most do. well least for me, i think i have a zillion.
great work on this piece Mum!
good luck in the contest too
xoxo
♥ Lynn
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