Open Poetry #10 |
Vagrant In The Dawn |
seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
Weaving through the morning light, a vagrant in the dawn, the remnants of last nights dress, is all that I have on, Scraps of fabric draped like hands cover my bared breast, and though I try to remember I don't know where the rest of it has gone. For I surely do not have it on. I stop for a moment by a curb, and sit tenderly on the ground, I gather up my legs in my arms, wrap them up all around, And cradle the scratchy bruises, with fingers banded in gold, while perfectly painted pink nails, caress the flesh gone cold For the story is not new, it is rather old. I reflect upon the perfection, the totality of the pain, that pours down upon me, like ribbons of stinging rain, That washes away the remaining traces, of makeup on my face, and rinse them down my cheeks, to land upon a place, not covered in utter disgrace. And I wonder how this came to be, how I allowed myself to go on, how I came to accept and to embrace something so clearly gone wrong. Oblivious to the gasps and stares of strangers that pass and look down, upon my presence in the morning light, Just a vagrant left out in the dawn. |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Very very powerful words here...this evoked haunting images in my mind...well done! *Krista Knutson* "Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart." -Confucious |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Woe, Seraphim, you certainly know how to write. This passionate piece floored me and floored me again when I read it the second time. Brilliantly done. Be well Kethry "It is the image in the mind that links us to lost treasures; but it is the loss that shapes the image, gathers the flowers weaves the garland."- |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Seraphin~ Oh my ! What depth found tucked in this one. 'the remnants of last nights dress, is all that I have on' I so enjoyed this. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
seraphin- WOW! This is incredible...very powerful writing. Thanks for sharing this. -vicky "...until you have read the verse on his heart, you have not truely met the poet." -vlraynes |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
wow. This is a powerful piece...one of those "wish I could write like that" poems... got my attention and my admiration with this tragic work. |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Okay this one goes in my library. The piece not only had a powerful content but the flow was superb and when read aloud becomes even alluring to find out what is next. Lovely piece of writing. |
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