she sang
in hairbrush
to echo edge and
airbrush melody
until the mirror told her lies
spies gave way
for self esteem
and glossy altars
next to bathtubs
filled with memory
drained and strained
like spinach in a wheel
to deal the cards
from fabulous
to fried and then...
implosion sang until
she died.
A contest entry
- I lost my voice as the stars began to contort. by PaintedParisPassion.
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Comments
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Ooh....Brill! Really. Love the subtlties, mild inuendos and personification
of its title. I'd love to know if I am on cue of its intention, but no matter. Ambiguity is a fantastic tool left up to the reader.
I like the cosmic implication of the feminine reference to the beginning of a day and being swayed by a dark lover called 'evening'.
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wow, lots of imagery here. Excellent poem indeed, somehow it made me think of Drink tills she's Irish, dont ask me why.
Excellent poem here, I am glad I dropped by your page.
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abstract, I feel the words, and am not certain exactly why nor can I explain how they hit an ethereal note in my cranium..
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