Peppered glass of frailest-thin
separating sunshined 'out',
from dusty 'in'; glares at my soul -
illuminating fingerpainted landscapes
long-smudged with regret
and overlapped palm-sizes
practiced upon peering squares
-sliced in fours-

My thoughts...
fall
to this space where
grey-shadowed sill, will
still hold racing robins steady, though
shaking foundation mimics corrupt silence;
lie(ing) in wait of gravity's grasp, and
smiling a slight sparkle of pretend
as fate possesses the hollow left ajar,
in tempt'.
There,
where you is me
or rather woe is freed...
I wax, scantily; posed
'pon exiguous nerve,
disquiet ringing loudly, like red -
Bewigged and bejewelled in velvet naivitee.
The painted pair of I and fear, signed "The Shepherd";
silly juxtaposed jumbuck under the sicamore tree (numbered 182)
as seen from my room with a view

-hanging slightly askew-

Take me as I would be, perhaps
creaking cantatrice adorned in cerement;
spewing hypocrisy and honest hemistitch
in a vague attempt (mirroring Danaus)
to rid the world of men.
Or, sometimes
scening player of vaudevillian equinimity, enpointe;
center-froze in solo fright
as traced hearts run on cool precipitated canvas
(like blinding footprints left in too-bright snow)
deceive my hideaway in the moonlight,
and point to my keyless cage with a beam


"I'm Melting!"



Post Edited (01-04-04 03:43)

I read this and must admit I had a bit of a problem because I am over the other side of the pond.
1. practiced I now know means expert (US)
2. sicamore which over here is spelled sycamore looks more beautiful like how synn is spelt.
3. Hemistitch is spelled hemistich (I believe)
4. as for enpointe I don't know what that meant, it just looks familiar.

I hope this friendly comments helps.

Debutant

Post Edited (02-28-04 12:57)

I love this poem Synny,

I think that it is possible the best that you have written to date; it reads like, To Kill a Mockingbird with all the shades inherent in that story, only in poetical form.

LOVE IT!

Ahhh, the good old days.


Les