here I go to the mirror
to quarrel with imperfection
to settle my disputes with failure.
like craft paper perforations
and wind mills
I spu t t e r
for the innocence of adolescence.
The cracking white wall wonder keeps me
paralyzed like words on the tip of your fingers.
and an explanation would only serve as
strangled interjections in eye sockets;
mere whispers at the feet of reprimand.
this is a on drive,
tuobanrut.turnabout
like confessions to a marionette on a cold summer night:
I dangle on strings of intolerance
suppressed by internal mediocrity.
Crescent nail marks on my face
rendered by popped pimples
as a means of purgative frustration
(.blotch.y red reflection)
butter me up with foundation
-I am no stranger to insecurity-
Author notes
I wrote this for a poetry reading a few weeks ago. I was challenged to try to bring out my darker side in my poetry since I had been more optimistic. This was a difficult feat. The whole poem is basically based of the last line, and a concersation I had with a flute player at district band.
Very Abstract.
A contest entry
- Imagery by angryelf6886.
350 points, ended April 5, 2008, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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"like confessions to a marionette on a cold summer night:
I dangle on strings of intolerance
suppressed by internal mediocrity" <-I like that, the image that it invokes is really effective for the poem.
"rendered by popped pimples
as a means of purgative frustration
(.blotch.y red reflection)"-ha, this is my life
anyway, good job. it's cool that you can take your insecurites and acknowledge them like this, poetically. -
Excellent
The language was very well chosen, and your imagery is wonderful. Concrete poetry can be annoying, but you pull it off well. Good show.
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