Boiled over
minds of inconsistant
thoughts
from memories to dreams--
in the eyes there's nothing more
than boarded up motel windows
with flashing lights
around a 'Vacancy' sign.
Reflected, there is the police man
holding back the wave
of inquisitive passers-by--
they can only care
when someone dies.
Hands flutter through
shirt, scarves, pants,
to find the bullet wound.
Discordant sirens of
human-aid vehicles
transporting ghost-men walking--
sent as conciliatory advocates
between
the masses and the dead.
Read the eyes:
they tell no tall-tales.
Dead. Dead. Dead.
the words thud--
coffins from their display tables.
Accidents disband loyalties--
the eyes of a soul,
escaped.
She reads--she hears the shouting--
she dismisses any predilection--
and finds her dress torn at the hem.
Dull, they speak one word
and all the intent faces
of death
dissipate--
back to the common lives
carnal epidermals cover
dissallowing their own vacancy signs
to be read.
Author notes
prompt: title, 'left for dead'
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A contest entry
- prompts. by samantha jean.
700 points, ended May 18, 16 entries
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Comments
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Discordant
i love that word. i adore the way you've put it together in along with 'sirens of
human-aid vehicles'
i just think that whole line goes so well with itself.
"carnal epidermals cover
dissallowing their own vacancy signs
to be read."
okay, that bit is so brilliant and so clever.
i really do like this, i think it's very, very good. -
The imagery you wove in this is superb. Imaginative and dark. I loved every word of it. Smart and exquisite. Truly wonderful. An honor to read.
The only reason I read it was because I would pulled in by the title.
I have a poem that ends with those words.
Actually now looking at it Mines was not only left for dead, but left alone for dead.
Anyway maybe you'd like to read it... if not then you have no obligation to click the link. : )
Beautiful job on the poem.
Requiem Of A Broken Heart
Thank you. -
I like how literal you took my prompt. It came out very well, and very chilling.
'Discordant sirens of
human-aid vehicles
transporting ghost-men walking--
sent as conciliatory advocates
between
the masses and the dead.' - I love this stanza. It's wonderfully written, and very effective.
Thank you for entering my contest, and good luck.
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