Cuckolds and Quivers
Bowed and shorn
Infinitesimally small, are the shards
Apocalyptic promenades adrift in mingled space
Seen in Shiraz, eyes & face
Vanity and the undoing of
Sauntered golems, amassing scape
As broken hearts fear disgrace
Mirrored monologues & lounge-chair guesswork
Cosmetic dwells in capes of grey
Cringe the trigger fore the lance
Lest the Shangri-La awaken by chance
Proffering a return to an amoebic state
Cuckolds and quivers
In battle scars and memory
Reclaim what once was
Yet conjoined are amnesia tics in question form
second stanza is my fav...and the last has surely a haunting feel to it..unable to move forward...
ReplyDeletevivid images here; like these lines:
ReplyDelete"Yet conjoined are amnesia tics in question form
Reminding you what won’t go forward"
Love the play on amnesia and reminding, as usual another great write, love the "Apocalyptic promenades" combination
ReplyDeleteLest the Shangri-La awaken by chance...this line alone is begging another poem be written! I want to see it awaken! You owned the mic tonight,friend! But, I think we're coming to expect that of you...oh! oh! ;)
ReplyDeleteInteresting use of imagery
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments, really enjoy reading them. Glad you all enjoyed the piece, OLN is a lot of fun and I'm happy to be a part of it. Thanks again
ReplyDelete"Cosmetic dwells in capes of grey
ReplyDeleteCringe the trigger fore the lance
Lest the Shangri-La awaken by chance
Proffering a return to an amoebic state"
knocked me over, fantastic write my friend ~ Rose
Rose, thanks I'm glad you enjoyed the write. I really enjoy your poetry as well, so I'm thrilled to hear your feedback, thanks for stopping by
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