She Smoked Sorrow

My finger and its darkened tip

Poking at the soot of a murky pipe.

Lips exhaling the sly culprit,

Familiarizing me,

Offering a chance with madness!



And every breath an unwritten script

Projected thoughts through tarnished bulbs

Life was plentiful without haste,

Yet the shadows maintained their gloom.

Shadows against a wilted wall.



Like a stiffened finger

Pressing itself into my most tender sores.

Indifferent to my muted grief,

Unresponsive cries.

And eyes who knew how to preserve a blank stare,

A façade to veil this disabled joy.

Smothering the yelps of my vacant canvas.


------ I wrote htis after a toke ... a mixture of my legendary melancholy and smoke-induced thoughts. -- i noted that the last line was sort of awkwardly out of connection with everything else....and the poem doesn't have a distinct end .... *shrugs*

eat it up with a spooon.

 

i like it! the words really remind me of times whenever i go out back to smoke...rather errie, but good!

 

thank you

 

poetry about poetry
a brush to push the boat
strokes the painted water
and yes, you are afloat
the canvas may be blank
but the canvas, it is there
and the most beautiful art created
started off as bare
most put too much haste
into filling up their minds
sloppily slapping colours
that will later be their binds
being bare may seem shady
with all the shadows crawling by
but life is plentiful without haste
take your time and you will fly

BUT DO IT!

I really liked your poem, do you ever perform your work?

 

oooooooh baybeh i liked that

 

What a beautiful response

 

i thought it was trite.....or is that shite? but the response poem, that was very beautiful.....

 

me like this

 

*passes the dutchy to micheals side*

 

I enjoyed the hell out of both. Two for one!! It's like opening a gift and finding another wrapped up inside, thanks both of you!

 

The first five lines sing. Love them. Then there's more candle than flame. Still a heck of a good effort. Write on!

 

appreciated

 

soooooooo... you never answered me, do you ever perform your work?

 

i enjoyed this outlet of awareness
how we wonder to find ourselves......

lovenpeace
from saff...

comfort is a step towards finding
out who and why we are
individuals.............

 

No...Im too shy to perform

 

Rafaela, this was great and perhaps reflecting on this will let this insomniac on the boards grab a little bit of shut-eye before I really have to be up to make it to work. Thanks! Keep up the good words. Vetty

 

my fave line was the last one:

'Smothering the yelps of my vacant canvas.'

beautiful.