Monday, February 21, 2005
A Poetic Effort: Silken Paper
Splendid silken paper ‘neath a pen’s point
Tells of fragile love’s weeping wounds.
Prayers carried close and slipped inside her blouse,
She runs in the rain to reach him, touch him,
To reverse his heart’s impaling choice.
A stream rushing across concrete
Halts her splashing steps and quickens her breath.
The windows show a dance of a mother
And a father and their chirping babes,
Perfection, idealism, wished-for bliss.
She stands observing and left,
An incidental memory now,
Silenced, torn and floating away,
Away to an ocean’s worth of humming black lines.
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6 comments:
Makes me want to know the whole story.
I love this imagery, and the way the rhythm rolls within that. great work.
Poetry has never been my thing - I always tend towards the narrative. So I really appreciate your comments - thanks infinitely.
I really like this poem, you should try to write more (even though you think it's "not your thing"). I'm intensely jealous of all people who can write good poetry, as I've never been able to myself!
Ecks, count me in as a jealous one, too! I'll try to work on more - or rather, go with the desire when the mood hits me. :) Thanks for the prodding!
::To reverse his heart’s impaling choice.::
That's an interesting choice of words, Adriana?? I like the poem very much.
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