Open Poetry #46 |
The Sound Of... |
Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
The Sound Of... I see now that all I am is a trophy for your mantle to display the depth of me that you martyred and ripped out; but all the reasons why no matter how scrutinized or analyzed until they are agonized dare not question the answers. So add me to the broken hearts you've collected between the cold of your blade and the stone of your stare promise played the pied piper that I was nothing more than the lamb for your slaughter. I weep without tears writhing in painful realization that you are not worth the blood it takes to gut hope any further. And here we are to be forgotten and you have the nerve to ask me to scream with no sound. By Melissa Long-Monette For Tony... |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Damn, but this is another fine piece of writing. One can truly feel the emotional contempt the narrator has for their subject. I particularly like the lines I weep without tears writhing in painful realization that you are not worth the blood it takes to gut hope any further. Ouch! At its best. I'd hate to be Tony, if Tony be the reason for this write. "We'll chase them like rats across the tundra." |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana |
This is a cool and powerful statement. Of strength and resolve. Beautifully written Honeybee. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Two of the best closing lines I have ever seen. Wow! You should get a Tony award for this one....for YOUR mantle! |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
powerful and well-written from start to finish, but like others have stated, the ending is awesome |
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