Poetry 10
Just something I wrote while waiting to go to the S/EC party.
The Unmentioned
The indigo voice of a fragmented girl
rings clear and concentrated.
The scent of her hair, myrrh everywhere,
drugs my underwritten mind.
Several years have tiptoed past, just before my eyes
but it's all just a memory, one I still don't recognize.
Now a September wind creeps under my skin.
A broken ecstasy rules everything.
The traitor's hand rocks me gentle, slow,
in a cradle of unretentive lies.
A liquid rose, still flows, within my veins,
but the pounding heart will never be the same.
Immemorial ghosts are walking beside me once again.
This wasteland is void of satisfaction.
The clock's heavy hand strikes another vindictive hour;
Another sleepless graveyard shift.
I lie awake here in the ever-present darkness, pinned,
thinking of all these things, the unmentioned.
Comments
Dance? Hmmm... And I get how it relates to dancing- at least, I think I do. Either way, it is an excellent poem.
Posted by: Vanessa | December 8, 2004 10:28 AM
Believe it or not, the word was "dance."
I would rather not ruin the effect and explain how this poem relates to dancing, but trust me, it does. :P As hard as that may be to believe.
Posted by: ChrisU | December 8, 2004 12:19 AM
And what random word was the inspiration for this one? Haha.
Posted by: Vanessa | December 7, 2004 4:18 PM
Let's just say that poetry is my personal outlet. :)
Actually, when I write poems, I usually just think of a random word or idea, and then craft a poem around it, about how it fits into my life.
(Oh, and S/EC party means Setonian/Eye Contact party, heh.)
Posted by: ChrisU | December 6, 2004 11:09 PM
Another great poem Chris. How do you just think of them? You must have some muse...haha.
(What is a S/EC party?)
Posted by: Vanessa | December 6, 2004 11:00 PM