The poet's soul
speaks to the dead dog.
The coffin cup is empty
and life smells fever .
By the moonlight
a blue fly burns its lips .
'' Are you poet this solitude
of a thousand souls ?
- The one of the old child ?
- Of the flickle lover who flew away ?
- And this inspired parody that mocks the crowd ?
- '' I am an empty crime scene
concealed in a dark halleyway of the heart ,
and I cry behind the silent door ! ''
- I am drunkenness, madness and bliss ,
and also this secret fire
which flows like evil lava ! ''
- '' a june snowstorm that arrives
too late for a december rendezvous ! ''
The poet's soul dones its ceremonial attires
and join the procession .
Distradectedly greeting
a few specters from happier times .
It lays down a bouquet
of concrete flowers on the tomb .
Returning home ,it will smile
at the sight of this bare rope ,
like a set of jewels
around the neck of a beauty .
It's time to walk the dog .
for eternity ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Moved by the dramatic tension in the dialogue section
Thank you for your sensitive perception !
It is dark even black at places this poem speaks in symbols and metaphor and speaks of death and maybe in that sense change. Well written Lorenz
What I like most about poetry is its refutation !
It is an art of rebellion against the common
Thank you ! I'll remember that sentence .
Your poetry blends pain and irony. And this poem — a black pearl — strikes with its subtlety and depth.
A tribute to the french (cursed) poet Gerard de Nerval .
great write
An improvisation on the theme of literary curses .
thoroughly enjoyed
Beautifully done.
Thanks dear Sealgair ! Metaphor ? meet mephisto fire !
deep musings that demand an answer that will reveal itself only at the end
inspired poem
Madness is a reality behind an inspired mirror .
hmm - will have to think about it for sure...
have a great day and a lovely weekend
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