strange world that waits and watches

serialseductress

The smoke was the unspeakable.
It was the rotten blood,
the empty bottle,
and the burnt down cigarette
 
It would make the dawn fall asleep,
so it vanished like cotton in the water smudged-
then it screamed
 
"lament"
 
Fear no more
Let the consciousness in you arrive The Great Kingdom 
 
Feed me your weight, and open your mind
May the seed be planted, 
may it grow wings where it had shoulders smooth as ravens claws
 
May the feast have no end,
and the time- 
be a burnt down cigarette 
 
 
 
 
 
  • Author: serialseductress (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 18th, 2024 16:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: this poem was one of my first ones. inspired by jim morrison, especially his poetry book \\\"wilderness\\\" , a good one. i want to leave this, like every other poem i might post to whoever finds it. there is truly not one correct meaning behind it whatsoever. although, while i was writing it i was wanted it to be an interpretation of death. the beginning of the end would be a great way to describe it. any tips will be very much appreciated.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 30
  • Users favorite of this poem: jarcher54
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  • Thoughtless

    It sounds like the last throws of alcoholism, which can be one of the interpretations. The theme of dying is obvious. What sort is more ambiguous. Food for thought.

  • sorenbarrett

    Time measured by a burnt cigarette a great line. The poem carries a heavy feeling. Nicely done

  • jarcher54

    While I was a bit put off by some of the vagueness, the power and sincerity and imagery are striking to me. As Thoughtless suggested, there are many valid readings to your piece. That is much of the beauty and mystery of poetry. I also sensed courage, which is the sine qua non of real art. I feel like I indeed found a little note from a secret admirer! My only suggestion is don't be afraid to edit with as much ferocity as you compose. Thanks for sharing!

    • serialseductress

      thank you so much! pretty much exactly what i was going for. appreciate you!



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