lifted by a dead wind,
gauzy white drapes drift,
ghosting across faces sunken with apathy.
(and powdered ladies sigh, awaiting their afternoon mojitos)
the lovers are too tired for anything but
the ease a lubricated condom brings
here there are no burning skies,
no great battles, only gasoline &
anxiety, bottled conveniently
boiled and mashed to a dull purple
garnished with a wilting bow.
from the unburning sky no ashes do fall.
tell me now:
is the infliction
of realization (perception, creation, consciousness, awareness?)
not cruel?
Author notes
f scott & zelda.
A contest entry
- ennui by ellipsist.
450 points, ended July 15, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
oh yes?
Comments
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"the lovers are too tired for anything but
the ease a lubricated condom brings"
love this!
this take, this unique voice, the sting of the heat, the still of the scene... my senses have been occupied and while not all the sensations are pleasant, they are very real & I thank you for sharing them -
I agree with ea. Delete the 'do' in the last line - it's unnecessary and grammatically incorrect. Besides, it reads better without it.
You've conveyed well the sense of a still Southern afternoon when the heat and humidity have sapped energy even from the sky. Nice job.
celtic queen
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this is sort of dreamy - interesting to see has somehow to do with f scott & zelda. I would eliminate the "do" in the last line. The infliction of cruely in the realization of the dream.
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