Here come the maids and well-read page boys,
dogged in pursuit of Plath;
as stylish blood hounds sniffing at her footprints,
they dress in awesome shadows
crash suits stitched with hugs, smug
upon her highway
Blind to branch roads unexplored,
they string their lines like Christmas lights
round their templed college days
where marbled education hangs,
hooked and bled,
like meat beneath a frigid skin
Here come the self indulgent cutters,
middle class inhabitants
of cosy chat rooms, vampire halls:
hot erotic stealthy tongues
lapping round their monitors,
rhyming sky so high like flies
around the lies of contest cups while,
flapping wings against their screens,
the heartless and their acolytes,
the casualties of fashion,
set about inventing themes of loneliness
armoured eyes of dismal chrome, demanding
All poetry is poetry, perhaps,
yet, cast away,
somewhere in the coffin lands,
naked minds are driven by a gift
pursuing light between the cobbled stars of word,
denied by commonality,
ignored as deep,
these renegades stumble on, regardless
Author notes
DOOR NUMBER ONE:
Prompt: 'controversial'
A contest entry
- Decisions Decisions by Dalaney.
1150 points, ended August 20, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A gold well spun, congratulations!
Stumble on poet, stumble on.
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So intricate! Fantastic!
Poesy
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Lucid Madness
This, this is a beautiful piece. My God, I am speechless..Congratulations!!
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This reminds me of Shakespeare's phrase, "To be or not to be." Society at large does have its ideas about what is right and proper. The "renegade" free thinkers often get a bad rap. The "original" has so often in history been shunned.I love the line "like meat beneath a frigid skin." Academia at its worst when those who have had the advantages display themselves as if they must be right.
May individuality reign!
GREAT poem. ~ Joyce
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Again well done.
Nevadapoet
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nice! love how your words just flow and one image blends into another...
Keep penning n best of luck!
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"they string their lines like Christmas lights
round their templed college days"
"the casualties of fashion"
Had to come back and read it again.
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delicious
at least from the small sampling I have read of yours, I'm not sure you are given to this genre of work yourself, nevertheless, you do understand the web of conciousness spun within, and in the spirit of 'controversial', your outspoken lines that both rate and berate those casting shadows and those within, unveils the groping yearnings of the lost and wandering, hoping to find their earthen cups... rewards ....or hopeful misery
...recognizing the uninvented, nightshade births of open minds streaming thoughts of old coal souls.... there in the compressed......the dark,
are diamonds.
Indeed, controversial!
-darmok
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Here's the three lil guys.
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This is a fine read, loaded with great lines. Good luck in the contest.
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Regardless
A great write and a pleasure to read.
Nevadapoet
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