I must admit that I was nervous at the prospect...largely out of my lack confidence in my abilities. I quickly found I had nothing to worry about. She brings out the best of my poetic voice and it is a pleasure to work with her. Her poetic companionsip continues to help me through a very difficult time.
She always pairs a picture with her poems and she chose the perfect one for this. The lines in italics are her contributions to what I believe to be a very good work. You should also take a look at her much prettier presentation.
she stank of proper breeding,
blue blood coursing through her veins.
blackened ego bleeding;
other’s needs her soul disdains.
perpetually martyred mistress,
she orchestrates her savage games.
bloomless flowers growing listless;
shooting every horse she lames.
dark horizons chasing yearly,
every lover pushed away.
for his weakness, he’ll pay dearly;
plumage plucked by foul play.
as she wanders, ever weaving,
ornate webs of sheer decay,
he is cast off, blindly grieving;
with a heart of ill fired clay.
yet deep inside her, she is wanton,
a lonely child long ignored.
crying tears, of golden bullion;
for a love she can’t afford…
3 comments:
well i for one think it is the shit!!!! i love it.. and i thank you ... and i look forward to doing it again.......
I love the last stanza. It brings the whole piece together nicely.
"She stank of proper breeding" is a line that initially grabbed my attention. Your words hold some powerful images.
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