Exposition of a Thrashed Soul

she dances to the beat of hollow drums
acoustic guitars with trembling strings
solemn in the archeology of the long buried
(bleeding raw wounds on the moon)
a lonesome flute on a two AM skyline
and saxophone symphonies that weep the air

offbeat sounds and taut muscles swaying
unearthing the sorrow with the echo of songs
reverberate harshly the wail of rain
(it rattles the panes with a shattered reply)

she seeks an asylum of solace from memory
caught up in the fluid ballet of surviving
a dark cloud hovers the streets of her heart
whispers come harsher as the sun finally sets

its alright to cry in a cell of solitude
(hiding the tatters inside her hands)
buried beneath the soil of eyelids
moistened by tears that tumble downstairs

brown eyes bruised when she cannot shut them
and hiding is no longer an option for her
(her prison holds her chained on concrete)

reality lives like a bile in her throat
and the world is battered by the truth of itself
whiskey would hide only so much hurt
(upon awakening it slaps you with its validity)
ending up on a dead end road…..

wherever she goes….there she remains….
those footsteps taunt and cannot elude her….

Remembrance is a heavy cross to bear….


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StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 12/7/2009 3:17:13 AM
Very eloquent indeed. Classic lines that make the heart swoon and the mind think. You writing here reminds me of another poet on this site named Moqui Takoda that writes with such eloquence.

Humbert   Humbert wrote
on 12/6/2009 1:57:41 PM
I have spent many hours in the last few weeks searching this site for writing that I like. There have been very few. This one is my favorite so far. One of the things I like about it is that I want to re-read it. I don't think the meaning is difficult to understand, but there are many images and impressions which are curious. There is definitely a story in this poem, not just a set of emotions. I love the line, "moistened by tears that tumble downstairs" That's a fantastic line. It has a lyric rhyme. I imagine it comes from sitting alone in an upstairs bedroom, crying. But it could have many more references. It brings the stairs and the house and wider mystery into the mind of the reader. Very good poem. I'd like to read more like this.

Starlingpoet   Starlingpoet wrote
on 9/13/2009 4:28:00 PM
Loved your poem, thanks for sharing it. I usually pick out a favorite line that I really like...but I can't with this one...every single line is written beautifully!! Thanks again and hope to be able to read more of your poems : )

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