My body
Bruised-blue
under your weight.
Strangled by fear-
chastised by darkness,
holding me back.
A shadow,
crawling...
along my silhouette.
Like a ghost-
awake for life.
My skin,
attempts to exorcise
your presence,
unfading scars-
marked like a clowns smile.
I descend into water;
my hands-
cupped as if to pray.
Or contain
my weary skull.
Comments
maisie | May 9, 2011 - 03:52
nice very nice,
fresh here
"unfading scars-
marked like a clowns smile."
Beeme | May 9, 2011 - 07:01
Thank you very much maisie, glad you enjoyed :)
Beeme xx
seashore | May 9, 2011 - 07:02
Another good one, Beeme. For me, I particularly like:
`A shadow,
crawling...
along my silhouette.
Like a ghost-
awake for life'
skinner_jennifer | May 9, 2011 - 13:05
Hi Beeme,
this was very descriptive, very haunting and very
cleverly put together. Well done Beeme.
Jenny.
MistakenMagic | May 9, 2011 - 17:19
Another haunting but beautiful poem, Beeme! You're a real stunner when it comes to imagery. Just noticed a typo: "clowns face" should be "clown's face" :)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | May 9, 2011 - 17:52
Much enjoyed, Beeme...and I so agree with Magic, your imagery is excellent;-)
Tina xxx
ScoZen | May 9, 2011 - 19:53
Nice one for your little book, which I hope you have
started?
Nathan Bednarek | May 9, 2011 - 21:21
"A shadow,
crawling...
along my silhouette.
Like a ghost-
awake for life."
and
"unfading scars-
marked like a clowns smile."
haunting images and a very atmospheric poem. A big well done from me!
Nathan x
Beeme | May 15, 2011 - 11:02
Thank you so much for your lovely comments seashore, Jenny, Tina, ScoZen and Nathan. Sorry for the delay in replying. As for my little book, ScoZen... unfortunately I haven't started it as of yet.
Beeme xx