Random Acts of Poetry
Another new blog. Holy smokes!
Okay, so I was updating my website the other day (another shocker!) and I thought “I should generate some poetry to slap on there!” because I tend to churn the free flow stuff out in a few minutes (especially if it doesn’t rhyme!) and so it’s an easy update. I didn’t end up using any of it, as it turned out I have some stuff I submitted to a mag awhile back that hadn’t seen the light of day (will post it in the future) but I thought that we could have some interpretation fun!
That’s right. Interpretation fun. I will post three random acts of poetry and you tell me their meaning! There’s no right or wrong answer, so read away and tell me what YOU get out of them!
The rain drips
The canvas crawls
Moonlight steals across the room
So many thoughts betray this wicked mind
A phantasmagoria of sight, taste and sound
Rainbow wishes made of porcelain
That break at the sound
Of the cricket’s
The meaning hidden behind the mask
It crumbles though your fingers like the dawn
Broken shield of your imperfections
In a place where all the dreams were held together
By a rusty colored staple
And a piece of faded twine
As if a child had stored them away
To keep until they grew, like some treasure
Tarnished by the years and stained
With dust tracks of forgotten tears
The taste of empathy still lingers
In forgotten hollows of imagination
And all that once was, is lost
And what remains is just a wrinkled phantom
Still clinging to the illusions
An eternity of silence drips
Like raindrops from the eaves of time
And drowns this petty room with suffocating tension.
Words have deserted us and left our mouths empty
Fleeing from the scene as though running
From some tragedy replete with flashing lights
And witness statements, too many signatures to count
Now we are just casualties of our own indecision
Injured by our fears and trepidations
All the apologies we should have made
And confessions that we should have spoken
Now to old and heavy to give life to
So there is nothing left to say or do
Except scream silently inside and pray
That someone can see the blood mixed with our tears
And save us before it is too late
And this ever growing silence
Suffocates us both
Did you get anything out of those? or is it just a random smattering of meaningless words strung together because they sound cool? YOU decide!
P.S. Titles would be helpful, too!
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