The road smouldered as
steel-tread fingers ran over it,
each car an indifferent lover.
Nothing was out of the ordinary
but the extraordinary.
I could no longer look upon you,
the pain too sharp, a constant thorn.
My cannibal hypocrisy consumed me
with self-deception.
One last glance
(you, the diamond amongst coal)
and I drove away into the
hazy mid-afternoon grey.
That was the day.
The day I let my muse fade.
The day I turned from you, away.
I realised dreams were
mirrors and reflections,
untouchable and jaded.
I wanted tears, but an empty
shell holds no water.
No reason to
cry/hope/dream/love.
Melodrama, my cold and
calculating friend, nudging me
awake and laughing at every
stuttered riposte
(all in good natured fun),
smiling in deepest irony.
I typed these words
and let my muse fade.
The clouds let loose their
ill-gotten gains to ply
a sympathetic trade.
Dreams are fools’ gold,
shining brightly.
And without my muse,
all mere deception.
It’s beautiful, I love your poem! Can’t wait to read more!
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Thanks, Emma! There’s over 200 more on this blog under the poetry link in the menu. Enjoy!
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For some reason I can’t yet put my finger on, this poem really resonated with me. I had to read it several times over. Very well written too!
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Thank you. That’s the thing about poetry—sometimes it takes a few reads for the gist to sink in, and even then it can leave you with more questions! Glad it clicked with you 🙂
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I love your poetry and I’m not a big fan of poetry, I am very picky about what I read, but I love yours.
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Wow! Thanks so much, that means a lot to me! 🙂
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It’s the truth
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