Crazed by my losses:
of sanity.
of understanding.
of love.
The dice clashing perchance
to reverse the sting
of a loss already
too far gone to rematch.
Just as my fingertips
tickle the "ivory,"
time is only playing me
in vengeful return.
Tonight it's just me
and a tune so soft and sweet,
I'd sleep by its beat
at any damn point in the song.
It can't be long
before my class fades,
my cover's blown,
my mask is pulled,
my shadow, my protection
my pose, my bluff,
will lie in shambles
on the floor before me.
And there I'll stand
naked and cold, just as I began,
without so much as a moonbeam
available for my creative disposal.
I'd rather it be tragic
like that beautiful disaster--
whose relentless wonder
kept me going until the very end--
than to embrace this hollow
and encase this emptiness
so deep within me,
as though it were my only sanity.
Though my feelings so fade,
just as the picture atop my dusty piano,
the flamelight of her spirit
will burn always within me.
I internalize that glow,
full of splendor,
that once only existed for me,
from within her eyes.
A contest entry
- Regretful Disgrace by Silly Rabbit..
1900 points, ended August 2, 2008, 26 entries
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Comments
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Brilliant and Beautiful
This is beautifully written. Technically sound and the flow is flawless. Your word choice is excellent and the content... well, I can tell you my heart broke right a long with yours. What a beautiful (and perfectly executed) poem. Just the sort of thing a gal needed this morning. Nicely done!!
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i like it..
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A beautiful and meaningful piece. You did a great job on this. Keep it up and thanks for entering. Good luck in the contest =]
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