Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Pale Edges



Play me
Worn keys on a piano
Fingers dancing on ivory skin
Bruised, beyond a note.

Water to the shore
Lapping at my pale edges
Fragile is my soul, which ebbs away

Resolute, the piper plays - a lament
But there’s nothing left to say
Nothing left to give, but blood
Red are my tears, this day.

Dripping past pale edges
I simply wish, to fade away.
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16 comments:

  1. Big Sur BlogisphereFebruary 15, 2011 at 7:39 PM

    When you construct these tight expressive jewels of your moods, does it cause a shift in you? A completion of sorts? Is it like a sighing out breath? Or are you constantly dogged by feeling? Just curious. A well constructed poem.

    Tiger Windwalker

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  2. signed...bkmFebruary 15, 2011 at 9:02 PM

    Love the second stanza....all of it filled with emotion...bkm

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  3. Brian MillerFebruary 15, 2011 at 9:35 PM

    wow. lots of emo in this one...and great imagery..you played nice on the pic...

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  4. LauraFebruary 15, 2011 at 10:06 PM

    This poem is lovely. I especially like how you juxtaposed ivory skin with the musical notes--piano keys.

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  5. dustusFebruary 15, 2011 at 10:26 PM

    Some excellent variations of line and syntax throughout, David. Such sad sentiment, yet the emotional lines also have a very nice, musical quality.

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  6. SarahFebruary 15, 2011 at 11:15 PM

    I enjoyed all the color imagery. Ivory, bruised, pale, red, fade... it was like a meter giving me something to mark time.

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  7. AnonymousFebruary 16, 2011 at 12:12 AM

    Nothing left to give, nothing left to say...such a melancholy, drifting use of music. So often used for passion, or love, but every bit as vibrant in an emotionally sad context - sometimes we all just want to fade away. Sometimes we're just played out and we feel like we can't take it anymore. But the song plays on...Striking images, dark, but moving tone.

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  8. MontyFebruary 16, 2011 at 10:50 AM

    damn. just damn. power. love the metaphor carried out and you finish it off so well. great work.

    Monty / bum

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  9. Steve IsaakFebruary 16, 2011 at 4:13 PM

    Wonderful flow, imagery, all that.

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  10. AnonymousFebruary 16, 2011 at 8:32 PM

    Wow, truly incredible a work! Enjoyed seeing the imagery too! Seems so dismal yet you pulled off something beautiful somehow in it with the writing. Excellent placement of words... the effect that doesn't quite "fade away"

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  11. Shashidhar SharmaFebruary 17, 2011 at 5:37 AM

    Ahhh !!! So poignant.. I could relate to it very much...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-night-along-sea.html
    Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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  12. AnonymousFebruary 17, 2011 at 7:24 AM

    Very vivid, sad, elicits a sigh. Good poem.

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  13. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallFebruary 17, 2011 at 11:38 AM

    superb writing...

    love it.

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  14. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallFebruary 17, 2011 at 11:38 AM

    Hello, Thanks for the love to Poetry Potluck! You Rock!

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  15. AnnaSeptember 27, 2011 at 11:23 AM

    What more is there left to say after all these comments... strong poem :)

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  16. UnknownSeptember 27, 2011 at 12:11 PM

    Beautiful...:)

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