Reverb

yeah, yeah, yeah

 

it was hard to leave the stage behind

it never made us any less or more

that spotlight always seemed to chase us
through the night like rain

 

to small apartments on unfamiliar streets
or a penthouse with dizzying attitudes

secret knocks on muffled doors 
skeleton key to the gates of sin

 

they bore gifts upon leather couchs 
incense , mirrors and drunken offerings

shallow smiles and pouted purrs

upon beds that never slept 

 

that smell of another morning

as you searched for a cigarette

trying to quiet the echoes

before doing it all over again  

Reviews

[Circe]

I think you really had to have lived it like you have to capture it in this way, the essence and soul... the loneliness in the freedom... one moment too beautiful to contain and to be held and so you move on to the next... even in the broken and wasted things you can find yourself there, and it seems to fit for a second.... special piece of writing this one.

[Kerry O'Connor]

It is amazing how well you have captured a sense of time and place in this poem.

[Patches I'm not so new..]

great poem, great images brought forth You have brought forth hopelessness and a vague yet very real sense of jaded disgust somber yet beauty lies in the darkness of the words.

[My Fair Lady]

There is always a price to be paid... even for those that seemingly have "it all". This is outstanding.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I do believe that this wonderful piece could apply to many aspects of stardom. On a large scale or a small one, touched me deeply, it did.

[Siddhartha]

A refreshing change Robin. this one struts through shades of grey and black, speaks about a doomed love and the aftermath of its remnants. Intense, impassioned and yet understated, this one aims straight for the heart and gets it ---bull's eye!

[ju]

"that spotlight always seemed to chase us / through the night like rain" like how that sounds- and "shallow smiles and pouted purrs" i can picture.

[miSS LEaf]

you're amazing.. :) *not much of a useful review but that's my thought anyway*

[Lilly Negoi]

echoes of the past - ripples on the face of the present...

[emmajoy]

Dark stuff here, poet, but none the less utterly readable. Almost every line creates an image and one wants to linger to see more, to understand, but just has to move on, ' .. and pouted purrs ~ upon beds that never slept ~ that smell of another morning ~ as you searched for a cigarette .. ' for some reason those lines remind me of an old b/white film.

May the past never catch up with the present unless it's welcome ..

[Bubo]

For some reason I was reminded of The Eagles "Hotel California", well written and so true, being in the spotlight isn't all it's cracked up to be!
Loved this as I do all your thought provoking work.

they bore gifts upon leather couchs
incense , mirrors and drunken offerings
shallow smiles and pouted purrs
upon beds that never slept