Open Poetry #48 |
The Mirror Crack'd |
OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
The Mirror Crack'd Should I drown myself in the depths of Venetian shadows, writ monotone on the peeling paint of memory. The intensity of staring into nothing, willing ambition, when there is naught, coiling the tight wound bitter cud, That fever of normality, That fear of discovery. When you remove that pithy sentiment, That pretended practiced intellect, the shell remains, worthless, fools gold, not to be trusted, and even less admired. So when the shadows pass into light, looking past this finite flesh, looking for perfections built upon, decade by decade, all I see is the shell, and the mirror, crack'd. Is this heaven? |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
I love this line: monotone on the peeling paint of memory and the composite of the whole of them. Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
Thank you VAS for your comments, and the read. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
An apparently sad piece, but I like to see new possibilities, due to the "freedom" of a mirrored scenery. Well done, Mick. Margherita |
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