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Pocket Change


Night caresses
with thickening membranes;

limp behind liquid cavities
filling brims as tongue
swirls bitterly.

Eyes blur to reality

credibility
turning shackles into mountains

grimacing at the enclosure
with magnifying intensity.

Tears become pocket change for lovers
and peasantry,

the norm
behind brown bags
and Christmas lights.

Incarceration bleeds rituals
shaping chivalry
into an armored stance;

braving ravines of lunacy
crafted in the arms of deliberation

until

dawn surfaces
and questions
halt in the answers of an ashen morning.

Orange is a distant memory
filling hands
mud-crusted with pretense.



Author notes

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a black-heath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the license
of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
propping up the crust in the glitter conscience
wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
and baptized in tears from the real

lyrics are by Fish from the song Fugazi by the band Marillion...that's ur prompt.

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  • ckwriter69
    September 12, 2008

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    Very unique title for a poem, and I love the descriptive words and imagery. Wonderfully written, congrats on the HM


  • aliceramone
    August 31, 2008

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    very powerful piece with great use of language...I especially love the ending...thanks for entering and good luck in the contest.


    • Pamela A Lamppa silver member
      September 5, 2008
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      aliceramone

      Thank you so much for your wonderful comment and an HM in your contest. I always love your contests and this one was no exception. Thank you so much. ~Pamela

  • Thomas Scott gold member
    August 30, 2008
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    Good stuff.

    Tears become pocket change for lovers
    and peasantry

    Lovely line, memorable.


  • Swan song gold member
    August 30, 2008
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    This is really excellent Pam!!!! Hard to point out a favorite so I guess I loved the whole poem!


  • FransB gold member
    August 30, 2008

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    I loved the title,

    as it drew me to reading the poem. I had this feeling of 'left overs' in my mind when I read this beautiful poem, with its uncomplicated metaphors that silently leap off the page. The contest title: 'An affair with isolation' a tempting of strength, but you did well in using style and words to illicit a feeling of isolation - like change in one's pocket - left there untill needed, if at all!! Frans

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