~Silver Plate~

Ode to a fictitious, though highly ambitious creative muse in my mind.

~Silver Plate~

 

Her mind is on my mind
 See her pictured by the hills
 Warm smile; no ills or frill
 Muse; no blues, a feel-good pill
 Night falls, the empty crawls
 Out mind's window I do stare
 Pitch black; no there, no here
 Then, moonlight fingers do appear

 

 At love’s cup, my lips again
 God knows I’ve tried to not
 Flesh; no robot, not so numb
 Eyes get drunk on beauty’s rum
 Live tomorrow's yesterday
 Nothing more, than less of me
 Eat the time; story’s, untold
 Awaiting soul to stretch; unfold
 
Can't stack cards fast enough
 Drinking oceans with a spoon
 Let's play; attune; confess
 Hearts beating; sync, caress
 So, what would givin’ take?
 My head on a silver plate?
 Attempt fate, set table; dine
 Pour soul like the finest wine

Reviews

[Hanhil]

Live tomorrow's yesterday. Epic.

[Petrichor]

Thanx!

[Louise-Charlotte]

Wow this is awesome, makes me want to sing it. I like how you use punctuation. I thought it was a bit distracting at first but I actually like it.

[Petrichor]

Thanx very much for that... I chopped it up with punctuation, in order to force a preferred rhythm, but, I honestly have stressed over whether it would be better to omit and allow the reader to formulate their own rhythm... I appreciate your opinion, very much. Great to "meet" you, by the way. I will have a look at some of your works asap.

[HIwrite101]

The poem doesn't move me because there is so much sorrow and sadness within it: depression poetry.
However; poetry can be interpreted in many different forms.
..."My head on a silver plate?" in my view, seems a bit, I want to say, radical...extreme!!!
sorry, but I didn't like this piece, I guess I could say I am not so much a fan of this type of poetry.
Please, I encourage you to write on...

[Petrichor]

Ha... thanx... This poem/song (it has been made into a song) came from the bowels of deep depression, but, if u give it a proper reading, it moves to the subject clawing to climb out from that depression, and offering his heart to his soul mate... his creative muse. But, it's extremely metaphorical and personal and I certainly don't expect everyone to enjoy, understand or relate to it. Thank you, and best of luck, my friend.