Displaced muse
in some enigmatic, forsaken space,
buried with a requiem,
loathed with delusions,
the remedy sickenly vacuous.
There is a memoir,
a reflection of azure coloured freedom,
when she would blossom and sparkle
in carmine blooms.
Yet somehow, somewhere,
she became isolated and jaded
under tattered scabs
of an opaque disease
of a nauseating poison,
becoming a malicious harlot,
extracting all harmony
so desperately desired.
This grotesque face
of asphyxiation,
held a quiet, unseen yearning;
a query on the verge
of diaphaneity.
With an inner seraphic plea,
once dilapidated thoughts,
are again meeting kindred beliefs.
Healing is nigh
and wasted, underprivileged conception
is once more blooming
with zealous dreams.
Author notes
Words Used in Order - DISPLACED, ENIGMATIC, FORSAKEN, REQUIEM, LOATHED(LOATHE), DELUSIONS, REMEDY, VACUOUS, MEMOIR, REFLECTION, AZURE, BLOSSOM, SPARKLE, CARMINE, ISOLATED, JADED, TATTERED, SCABS, OPAQUE, DISEASE, NAUSEATING, POISON, MALICIOUS, HARLOT, HARMONY, GROTESQUE, ASPHYXIATION, YEARNING(YEARN), QUERY, VERGE, DIAPHANEITY, SERAPHIC,DILAPIDATED, KINDRED, UNDERPRIVILEGED, ZEALOUS.
A contest entry
- Lost in Darkness by Victoria of Aragon.
1050 points, ended August 20, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I honestly don't know what to say about this piece other than "wow." You've hit the nail on the head with this write, describing just how futile it can seem when a Muse ups and leaves so suddenly. The worry associated with it, and the fear that he or she may never return. Very well done.
Your flow put me a little off, however. Each line was short and choppy, but after reading through the entire thing, I must admit that it fits perfectly. Within each line is so much emotion, that it more than makes up for it.
My Muse is as awestrcuk as I, and for that, I am truly greatful. Thank you ever so much for entering. -
Wow, a great use of the word bank! Best of luck in the contest my friend.
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