Purged of everything
completely full of nothing
reflected in glass eyes
tanned skin of rice paper
and hollow bones
having given up
curves for hard angles,
style for substance,
life for looks.
Solid as a windsock
blowing in the breeze
spouting vacuous profundity
absent any irony –
lost in a world of copies
all smiles cracked in
a sea of light-less eyes.
Still love eludes
calloused knees
Hollywood smiles
and doing what the
“beautiful ones” do –
scattering like pictures
torn from magazines
fading and wrinkling
with the passage
of time.
If you stand close enough
you may hear them say
“all I wanted was to
be one of you.”
A contest entry
- x Speak for the image x by x-Black-Butterfly-x.
300 points, ended June 10, 45 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this is a powerful write that is detailed with so much truth. I reread it and I was nodding and thinking over the words that you have written here. it really resembles and shows the picture as well as something that is happening without our society. well done with this piece
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this is so excellent. I am reading & reading this one...and your poetry just jumped again by leaps & bounds ..every time I read a poem of yours it's better & better.
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ok - so this isn't only a California poem,..lol... on a second read...
profundity - interesting word & meanings.
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This is an incredible write, Garrison, and I think it goes along with a conversation we shared a while back about the lives of the famous following a four-phase cycle.
If that conversation hadn't convinced me enough that I never want to be a celebrity, your poem certainly pulled that last straw out that held all the marbled fanatasies I'd carried.
You write with such wisdom and charisma that it is no wonder you are quickly becoming one of allpoetry's best.
I know you will go much further than allpoetry, though. One day, when you are published, widely recognized, and being studied in literature classes - I will say "I knew him, and I predicted all this!"
Haha!
Great job and good luck in the contest.
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you always have interesting writes. i think that comes from your profession I also like how you write of California. Been trying to do that about where I live...but I like California poems better
great poem
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This one needs a gold trophy! If it doesn't get one in this contest- I will find a way to give you one!!!
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Om my goodness... this is perfect! Just what we were talking about. This is it! So beautifully portrayed. Heartbreaking and honest. I love the ending. Oh my, you've really outdone yourself now.
"Purged of everything
completely full of nothing
reflected in glass eyes
tanned skin of rice paper
and hollow bones
having given up
curves for hard angles,
style for substance,
life for looks.
Solid as a windsock
blowing in the breeze
spouting vacuous profundity
absent any irony –
lost in a world of copies
all smiles cracked in
a sea of light-less eyes.
Still love eludes
calloused knees
Hollywood smiles
and doing what the
“beautiful ones” do –
scattering like pictures
torn from magazines
fading and wrinkling
with the passage
of time.
If you stand close enough
you may hear them say
“all I wanted was to
be one of you.” "
Yes, it's the whole thing, lol. It is absolutely amazing. I cannot stop reading it. You need an oscar or an emmy for this one, my friend. The crowd roars!
I just feel like *ting!* This is it! Perfect expression!
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Wow, this is a very nice and loud social commentary-like poem, and well written. All of it is expressive and paints vanity and some people's despair for the others' acceptance very nicely. The first stanza is impressive with the beauty of its description. The last few seem very harsh and I like that because things have to be said. The last couple lines have this tone to them, on the verge of (self)pity. Very well penned, with so much emotion and enthusiasm in it. I'm not sure about the first three lines... love the "full of nothing" word play but to me ity sounds like all those three lines say pretty much the same thing. Anyway, nice poem
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