Open Poetry #49 |
White Screen |
Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
White screen, what will you now become? Shall I lead you as you offer warm-ruby breath of past romance, or will cruel imps insist upon another, silent scraping of the mind? Will you dance a cradled waltz through cherished dreams of yesterday? Or will that two-faced sailor, memory, tack headlong to the maw of casual misery? Beware, that sleek and guileful slayer of serenity, he serves a cat-o'-nine-tails justice. Can I avoid those anvil words? Would they bruise your eager toes? For I might travel down. Down too deep for dancing. Down, deep enough for darkness; dark enough for deepness. Be still, white screen, I might venture where shadows silhouette the dead. Where guilt rides, in triumph, a paler horse than death. Where schadenfreude-fuelled bullyings of the conscience ply their tiresome trade. Too old to surprise; too persistent to truly hurt. No, there'll be no dancing; not tonight. So spread your snowy shall upon my peace, and let me sleep. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
I'm reminded of white noise and steady static. Your poem is sad and the despair is tangible. Your writing made me feel deeply, and that to me is really good poetry. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The below set the whole poem up in my opinion. The fantastic words in this one moved me so much that I was almost wanting the dark to overwhelm the white. quote: But it didn't and that is, of course a good thing. If I had tried to write this poem "back then," the dark would have won the battle. Damn good writing, Redstart. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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