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The View
Come along to the view.
Feast on meadows of dew.
Surrounded by broken limbs
And spilled crimson dreams.
Lay steps on
The terrace unwinding,
With shivers contracting.
Ode to the..
The lost soul of man,
The corruption of children,
And the clipped wings of dames.
All cries of mysterious blame
Vicariously re-shame,
And reframe
Notions of blue skies
And painted sunshine.
Beauty in flesh decays,
While wickedness
Appraises the day.
Among the balcony grove.
Alone with a view.
Fleeting sincerity
Creams wounds.
Alone.
Untouched.
Lovely whispers
Blow smoke
Into the hollow reflection
Of a maze untamed.
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Comments
wesley snow
Sun, 2015-12-20 16:17
Haunting.
Your use of random rhyme was evocative. I don't much care for verso libre, but this is rich in metaphor and the language use is superb.
Did I mention I liked it?
I'd offer advice, but I wouldn't change a thing. You even proofread it (one of my pet peeves). No typographical errors.
Where have you been all my life?
W. H. Snow
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Layune
Sun, 2015-12-27 13:29
Thank you. I'm glad that you
Thank you. I'm glad that you enjoyed the poem and I appreciate your encouraging words.
lovedly
Tue, 2015-12-22 14:36
if snow speaks
we must remain silent
such a word on ur poetry
is kindness
Layune
Sun, 2015-12-27 13:34
Thank you.
Thank you.
Esker
Thu, 2015-12-24 07:15
word texture
I could feel the poem move
the descriptors..time
pondering and delved
maze untamed....
thank U
Layune
Sun, 2015-12-27 13:33
Thank you for your comment.
Thank you for your comment.