Her skeletal branches; all dry stone bluster
are lacking in substance and lacking in lustre
wasted away; The Death of the Author,
the unpublished story of a lover and daughter.
The bones twist on, withered and ready
defecated through the heady eddies,
marrow for marrow through cracked beaks,
the rain and the sleet spreading the reek.
It pulls at her cheeks,
yes, it stretches with the groaning tones
of floor boards in abandoned homes,
begging for varnish to buff out the tarnish
and moisten chapped lips, or polish bad scripts
which hung unread – marked in red, bold, bloody.
The biro, critical and sneering,
stops in mind sentence to look through the clearing,
through typewriter written trees, tinted purple,
their age shown not in ever increasing circles
or spiralling rings
but the ghost of the keystrokes as they hammer and sing…
like suckling pigs, squealing not squawking,
sharp business suits screaming not talking
and again in the mirror I see her walking
away from me.
Author notes
prompt: http://rosedaughter101.deviantart.com/art/eew-111369271 by rosedaughter101
to be read as spoken word not as structured rhyme
Comments
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this was an intresting piece of poetry, i enjoyed it, take care
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When I read your author notes I was thinking the same thing even before I read it. It reads like spoken word, and I loved every word of this.
Things like this really stand out:
yes, it stretches with the groaning tones
of floor boards in abandoned homes,
begging for varnish to buff out the tarnish
and moisten chapped lips, or polish bad scripts
P.S. Though, I read the comment below this in no way sounds forced, my writing sounds forced sometimes OK?
Not yours so don't take this one off because I really like it.
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the word that comes to mind when i try to describe this is: Brio. you really have a matured write here, especially if, as you mention, it's a spoken piece. all poetry should be spoken, but i could really get into hearing somneone interpret this on stage. hellooooo, Grammy's! please don't take this down. i want to come by again and read and think some more. -silverfish
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wow..this is powerful. exxellent write here. i feel the rhmye was very forced, i think you might want to go in the direction of prose or something because you have some amazing imagery and language techniques here.
great amazing beautiflly sad entry.
xx
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