One Last Word
July 23rd, 2009
One Last Word
Tricky, tricky little shadows,
Telling me all your white lidded lies.
So natural to you
As breath to me.
If only you knew my power
As a child born of darkness and light,
Good and bane,
Boon and blight.
I will not stand for this.
Whispering words of ill-reality,
My soul open and vulnerable
Aches to gobble them up.
Alas,
You do not know my power.
My strength.
True.
Your words are sharp-
Born from the tears of a severed childhood
But mine are sharper-
Born beautiful with a practiced edge
And honed with a skill no mere shade can gain.
True.
Your words contain the finest poison-
Ill begotten by blood, tears, and a mottlement of bruises
But you are no master-
And I have long studied the antidote,
Dispersed freely through will of my pen.
True.
Your words call forth the shadows-
Rabid beings who cower in the corners of my vision
But I control the light-
And without light no shadow can be cast.
True.
You have had the first word,
But I will have the last.
Goodbye.
Dedicated to the many who hear.
~Spirit~
There are some absolutely stellar lines in this one Spirit!
For example “Telling me all your white lidded lies.” and “Born beautiful with a practiced edge” you are getting there!
This reminds me a lot of a poem I wrote when I was about 16 or so, or here is what I remember of it. Just for you!
Dark so Dark
No light appears
Huddled in a corner
Shrinking away from my fears
Sally loves me though.
shoot – now I can’t remember the rest but the girl is huddled in a closet and there is a line about twisted triangular snakes that i really liked :)
Ah, ha! Don’t you hate that and it’s probably on the tip of your tongue too! :D I do that from time to time as well when trying to remember the lines of some of my favorite creations. I can remember them any other time- silly little buggers.
My original line for that first bit was going to be ‘lily lidded lies’ but I wasn’t sure if it was too far prosey or not. *shrugs* I’m glad you like it- this one just sort of exploded out of me. I’m starting to figure I have two different modes for writing poetry. When I’m trying- I rhyme. When I’m not trying (a.k.a. stuck in the moment of an emotion) I get stuff like this. :D It’s wonderful, thankies for sharring yours, I likies muchly.
You’ll coax a poet out of me yet! :D
This is very good. You should write poetry more often as you obviously have a knack for it. I also like the lines that Jessie commented on. Additionally, the next to the last stanza is quite powerful. Overall, it presents a commentary with which I believe many could identify. I know I have felt the cutting edge of similar shadows many times in my life. Hope to hear from you soon! ~LisaB.
*waves muchly* :D
I’ve always had a bit of a love/like relationship with my inner poet. I enjoy writing stories too much to go straight to poetry but at the same time I know I could be really good at it if I put more of my heart into it. At the same time though- I only feel like I do really good poetry when I’m non-happy emotional, nevertheless- I’m learning to write more prose for the happier chunks of my life so mayhaps we’ll see more and more. :D Thankies muchly. I really need to stop by your blog sometime.