douglas Posted March 26, 2015 Posted March 26, 2015 I am soliciting compliments From the bone china Scattered around me in the moonlight A fragile and brittle nocturnal waif Influenced by the silver glow Of the full moon Abandoned at a dinner table Al fresco I am left with prayers and questions Which leak from my cracked throat Staining the air with barely audible sobs That are scorned by the sugar cubes Arrogantly sparkling in the light of the night And now I am chasing shadows Through dark hedges They shape shift and vanish From between my clutching fingers Like the ghosts of bats and memories This cloak of trance-like illumination Is an opiate to my soul Causing hallucinations I desire to stir away Like sugar swirling in hot tea But I have lost my silver spoon And I cannot find it In the long grass beneath me. Quote To receive love, you have to give it...
Benjamin Posted March 26, 2015 Posted March 26, 2015 One of your very best. I particularly like the most human cadence and implications of those last three lines. Well done. Quote
badger11 Posted March 27, 2015 Posted March 27, 2015 I am soliciting compliments From the bone china Very novel. Like that. Quote
dcmarti1 Posted April 4, 2015 Posted April 4, 2015 NEVER have I read such a unique simile: Like the ghosts of bats and memories Evocative (like eclipse said) AND unique. Quote
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