Regret is a tool
that hangs limply behind shadow board;
Unused.
Where are the melodies of soliloquies,
like symphony syllables raised
beyond just spoken apologies,
are they lying with cords cut
upon an instrument of demise,
awaiting fire,
and virginal quality, no longer free
but packaged with neon pollen
beneath spiel of curdled promises,
draping like hangman’s noose
waiting to tighten normalities grip.
Celluloid princess, why do you rinse
the mask when nothing lies beneath,
why sift emotional vowels
before they tremble from your lips,
and silence is silenced by crossing
wires that sing in winds of remorse,
they live,
they lie,
she dies.
Author notes
Picture:: black lady
A contest entry
- Big Points, Big Expectations by Exodus.
4500 points, ended February 4, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be honest
Comments
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Honestly? I think you've done better. That isn't to say I didn't enjoy reading this, but I think you have written better pieces. However, there were two lines that really caught my attention; "Celluloid princess, why do you rinse / the mask when nothing lies beneath,"
The imagery in that is just so intense, it's wonderful.
Thank you -
Last five lines through this piece out for me, it seems rushed at ending and not as fluent and stark as the prior. I loved the stanza before the last five lines - was intense and fluent, really caught my attention and more. Perfect response to image. I just hope you get a chance to edit.
Thanks for entering,
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the master
you know..never before have I come across a writer so diverse..you can write about anything..this has a very dark shadow..and I love DARK POETRY..sunshine and roses can become boring..and you my dear are anything but boring..in my opinion you are the best "non-professional" writer I have read..shhh don't tell..and don't get a big head either..hehe..as always..you have outdone yourself..and of course others..this one shines...love it..expect a trophy..best of luck in the contest..
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WOW
You never cease to amaze me ....and here again the shadow prince pens magic that outshines all other...sigh...
I love reading you. It is always such a journey
Lynda
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