And she said,
“Well what remains, now, after all,
When the gloom of winter has set,
When nothing still speaks of fall,
When there are no more cigarettes.
What remains of spring’s hello,
What of the glow it once bestowed,
On the smiling rings of our lies,
What remains, behind veiled goodbyes?”
And she wept with silence, in the room,
Surrounded by a thousand sighs,
And only the flicker of a solitary loom,
Brightened her somber eyes.
And her hands ran along her cheeks,
Silencing anguished shrieks,
With the curtain of her disguise;
In a state of paralysis, nothing lives, nothing dies.
And she said,
“What can save me now?
When the sunrise has fallen,
Leaving only darkness below,
When life and love have been stolen,
Ripped from their mother’s woe,
What can remain for me?
“And what of the days spent, gone away,
Which caressed my lips on sweet days,
What of the smiles of April and June,
How they have left me, too tired, too soon.
And what now?”
“Should I cry for my past,
Or let time tumble by,
Should I see through the glass,
Or forget it behind?”
And she sits, still and lost,
As the winds and the frost,
Carry her beauty away.
A contest entry
- a subtle inquiry into love and darkness by harlequin shadow.
900 points, ended June 21, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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you know too much... far to much of women
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OH such beauty
Thou does't speak: For the aged, the frail, the weak.
Beautiful.
You have talent beyond your years, my dear one!
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Superb!
i usually dont really like a set rhyme scheme, but i have to say i really enjoyed the mood that it sets in this piece...it gives it a nice flow instead of hindering the progress of the poem. keep it up
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