fear-shaped autumn of surreal tragedies,
and our ashes shall be scattered
over the neon rust city
in their mutiny where i sense the breaking,
a preaching fusillade of artificial smiles
where we have to breathe ether.
too embraceful and vain.
may be i even believed
once
but
no more.
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and our ashes shall be scattered
over the neon rust city
in their mutiny where i sense the breaking,
a preaching fusillade of artificial smiles
where we have to breathe ether.
too embraceful and vain.
may be i even believed
once
but
no more.
this poem's linked to dVerse Poets
Oh this is wonderful.. the choice of words just cascade into the abyss of melancholy... hope writing release some of the angst...
ОтветитьУдалитьthe neon rust city...love this image esp... melancholic...yes..and dense with emotion as well...
ОтветитьУдалитьA sad cityscape, indeed. Love this: "a preaching fusillade of artificial smiles"
ОтветитьУдалитьYour words certainly show what effect tragedies can have. Sometimes it is hard to breathe when one is overcome by them.
ОтветитьУдалитьwow...what a close on this...you pack a lot in there...great use of language as well...a lot of texture and grit that conveys much in that opening gambit...
ОтветитьУдалитьGreat imagery in this poem Blur! I like the "neon rust city".
ОтветитьУдалитьSo much said with so little.
ОтветитьУдалитьStark and brooding. Powerful word choice.
ОтветитьУдалитьembraceful and vain, fusillade of smiles - strong, strong use of words.
ОтветитьУдалитьStrong poem, beautifully penned .
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