empty streets,
a lone tavern light
seared the mist,
even stars
that whispered in her closed eyes,
dissolved in the dark;
he found her
sunbeams round her throat,
the blunt knife
in her hand,
still bleeding on the table,
her final poem.
empty streets,
a lone tavern light
seared the mist,
even stars
that whispered in her closed eyes,
dissolved in the dark;
he found her
sunbeams round her throat,
the blunt knife
in her hand,
still bleeding on the table,
her final poem.
I love this:
“he found her
sunbeams round her throat”
And the ending.
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Thank you 🙂
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My oh my, how melodramatic! I love it.
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Thank you 🙂
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Intense poem. Puts me in mind of a friend who killed himself last summer – sunbeams around his wrist.
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Sorry it brought up difficult memories…
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Soft, quiet tone like the painting. And that final line, Wow!
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
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Thanks Elizabeth!
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Perfect.
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Thank you 🙂
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Very Van Gogh, and shocking, nevertheless.
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Thanks Susan 🙂
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Dark and haunting…what is behind…intriguing story in short poem…
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Wow, that ending really hit me! Beautiful writing 🙂
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Thank you Torie
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Ooh, a nice little piece of noir, chilling but deftly done.
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Thank you Rosemary, glad you liked it…
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What a sad way to go…the finality of her words..
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Thanks for stopping by Truedessa 🙂
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Her final poem. How sad. I, too, like the image of sunbeams round her throat, some kindness come too late.
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Thanks Sherry 🙂
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Beautiful and so much sadness between the lines like a Van Gogh painting….loved the ending….its finality hit me hard.
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Thanks..glad You liked it.
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Wow, so dramatic, the final poem ~ what a way to go, intense imagery.
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Thanks Loredana
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luv the Van Gogh you chose for this ekphrastic poem, good job
much love…
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Was a prompt… But it is indeed beautiful. Thank you.
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Enjoyed the intensity of this poem, the way it builds up to its well-penned end. Final poem – yes!
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Thanks Mary 🙂
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wow, short and hard-hitting poem. didn’t see the ‘wham” coming.
is it because of van Gogh, the ending so sad?
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Thank you.. It was just a spontaneous response to the painting…not sure if Van Gogh was conveying a subliminal sadness 🙂
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Sharp… crisp… perfect!
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Thanks Sanaa
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Sunbeams round her throat… The poetess in death, too many of those, Plath, Sexton… way too many,
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‘sunbeams round her throat’ a unique and telling way of saying what happened
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Thanks Laura…
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Unsettling and beautiful all at once..the soft imagery like the paint and yet the story waiting behind so real and anguished – sunbeams round her throat – my favourite line and will also remember your poem whenever i see this painting
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That’s very kind… Thanks Jae Rose .
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Ouch. Goes to the heart. Or throat.
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Thank you 😀
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Stunning … simply written, hard hitting a masterpiece.
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Thank you 🙂
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Very welcome …
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Oof …. just … ouch ….! And yet I can relate to your words, too. Very powerfully written.
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Thanks so much Jen. 🙂 Great prompt.
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Very glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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What a piercing poem and a sad reflection written beautifully.
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Thanks Ameena
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