Cassandra drinks alone at the bar.
Brightest flower in her mother's garden -
Faded to a bruised brown scar.
The river of yesterday is now a trickle,
Irretrievable, like wasted years.
Friends and fiendish time are fickle.
Irrelevant lovers come and go,
Like bees from a moonlit hive.
She longs for a cool dark place below,
And vodka becomes means to survive.
Cassandra the days you long for
Are gone, dreams beyond recall.
The world is sand on the seashore,
Loose and shifting, leaves in the fall.
But you are solid and beautiful still,
And you can crawl back, if you have the will..
A contest entry
- Time is Tearing me Away by thorlorn thanatos.
490 points, ended August 11, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like the feel of the piece and a woman is portrayed as down and out but being told she can pull herself back =)
Thankyou and good luck in the contest!!
Ryan
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Awesome
It was like a country song in an elegant and linguistically sophisticated format. Very good, I can see this character you described. You might want to rethink the simile in the second stanza, but it was an awesome poem nonetheless. -
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Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for your advice, I'll give that some thought.
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