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Refugee
Member

since 2006-08-04

Posts 97

0 posted 2006-10-16 12:09 PM

I was reading a familiar story
Gripping is the tale in the telling
The art is in the selling
Of so much promised glory

The beginning like so many others
No better or no worse
I could recite, chapter and verse
Just a tale like every single other

I thought I knew where it was going
Until the plot changed
The characters rearranged
As a storm wind came blowing

Darkness colored every single word
Despair echoed all around
In every read aloud sound
A shriek of pain is all I heard

I can no longer read and remember when
The tale became cold as death
With a sudden heart freezing breath
I want to skip chapter and verse, to the end

Sarkany
Junior Member

since 2006-10-14

Posts 32

1 posted 2006-10-16 12:31 PM

Hi

A very interesting rhyming sequences delivered precisely. I do believe there is a serious metaphor in this clever and sad poem of discovery and surprise.

I really enjoyed reading this poem. Well done.

Sarkany

ThisDiamond
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-02-22

Posts 9353
Michigan, USA

2 posted 2006-10-16 12:42 PM

Oh...
The story is similar between books, but the middle (the heart of it) makes each ending a unique adventure.

Hugs

serenity blaze
Member Empyrean

since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

3 posted 2006-10-16 03:43 PM

You are getting closer to what I was talking about here.

Refugee--you have one helluva story to tell, and don't be afraid to tell it.

I understand the inclination to shy away from reliving the painful experience though.

smiling at your last stanza too:

I can no longer read and remember when
The tale became cold as death
With a sudden heart freezing breath
I want to skip chapter and verse, to the end
Most people are mistaken regarding trauma induced amnesia. It's nothing like on soap operas is it? It's just splotchy patches of fog, and if you are like me, you can remember stuff, with some prodding. Then you go "oh yeah..."

The flow is superb, sweetie.

and I'm always around, just quiet some days.

Refugee
Member

since 2006-08-04

Posts 97

4 posted 2006-10-16 05:05 PM

Thank you Serenity, that was a very good dig into the mind of Refugee.

Thanks to all who stopped in.

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