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Praying for Love and Paying in Naiveity
[cento]
Prevent me from stumbling not into confession.
Ignore my forked tongue selling faux sermons,
Spilling blood from allegedly slit veins.
Recognise the obsession, which
Screams the misteachings of a metaphor.
I noticed the soft flesh of your wrist,
Grasping the bunch of flowers I always bought
When love had rendered us silent.
As you laughed a laugh that could put
Broken glass back together again,
I wanted you more.
We danced in sheets:
Sweating with post-exertion visibility.
Leave your heart on my bedside table, and
Embrace the sweetness near the grave of love.
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| that is gorgeous. and you've given me an idea. i never thought of writing poems like that. thanks! |
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Comment by: - 2006-04-05 19:09
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wow. really great imagery. i love -
"We danced in sheets:
Sweating with post-exertion visibility." |
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Comment by: - 2006-04-04 08:34
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| Your imagery is great and I love the comparisions, it reminds me of a moment in life that I want back. Great poem! |
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| You have the gift of proferring delightful phrases that beg to be picked out by an attentive reader. I love 'danced in sheets' and 'a laugh that could put/Broken glass back together again'. Your simplest phrases are beautiful but you're not as strong when you let clever words get in the way of your message! (yes, I have had the same thing said of me!) I will read more and look forward to it already... great stuff. |
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"Night Falling"
In Night Falling, Martin Chipperfield explores the aftermath of an unspeakable family tragedy. Rick Davis, an up-and-coming deejay on a metropolitan radio station, is finally given the coveted rush-hour slot, but as his career catapults to sublime levels his marriage collapses. Cover image by Al Balmer.
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