Dark Poetry #4 |
St. Johns Wort |
NormalitxButterfly Member
since 2008-07-09
Posts 107 |
" st johns wort " can i help you ritualize child with eyes of flame little buckled shoes swinging above the floorboards puppets on a string shackles and chains chambers under the stairs the heart of vengnce my eyes in a house of vengence shall i help you visualize a child much like your own with eyes that no longer glow one of many dolls upon a bed of stone they whisper beneath the floorboards as the keeper of the house of vengence can i keep you mesmerized the face you see reflects your own all except these eyes that bleed an artful masterpiece the art is death the flower vengence the child myself can you eternalize this portait |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
I'm beginning to see a recurring pattern in these latest poems of yours. Compared to the last poem of yours (bury me) this one pales. In any case, you are exploring what you apparently perceive to have been a bad up-bringing in terms of the ideals with which you were raised. Perhaps there is more to it. Once again you end with a tinge of hope:
The line "the art is death" is a tad weak. I'm a tad tired now to come up with something better though. In any case, the speaker is suggesting that in life she is conveying a sense of death. That's an idea I like a fair bit since when I look around the status quo looks a lot like death. Smile but don't be too involved with other people. Don't step out of line. Don't act happily or else you'll be naive. Life's short. Think hard! |
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NormalitxButterfly Member
since 2008-07-09
Posts 107 |
bury me is a poem i recently wrote while st johns wort is one of my older works that ii came across while trying to free up some space on my computer. i agree that it doesnt quite hold/ display the emotion as some of my other work. |
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