Wedding Band (For Kerry's New Sunday Challenge thingy)

Wedding Band (For Kerry's New Sunday Challenge thingy)

A Poem by Nobody.

Your ring is a golden noose around my neck;

The wreckage of a feigned utopian universe;

A curse that has no end.

 

It begins with a venomous kiss;

Then thistles spring from rose petal lips,

And my blood drips canines and veined green spines;

A curse that has no end.

 

Emotion bends like prismatic beams;

Dreams shatter behind bluer and bluer eyes;

The midnight creature caged in those milky thighs

Lies in wait to kill! Kill again!

A curse that has no end.

 

I have relegated your face to the shadow-lands,

But I still feel your hands on my flesh;

The caress of death and the breaths

Of demons freeze my tears;

Years twist in my guts as seasons spin;

A curse that has no end.

 

I go to toss the wicked gold band

From mountaintops and cliff-end drops;

I even try to abandon the vicious circle on bus stop

Benches, but it adheres itself to my palm;

A merciless tick;

An un-confessed sin;

A curse that has no end.

 

In my coffin,

My restless corpse will be pinned

By the weight of a planet tucked handsomely in-

To a small wound that frames eternal pain,

And wears a sharp diamond grin;

A curse that has no end.

 

It just begins and begins,

Cold as arctic winds,

It batters my family,

And kills off my friends;

 

A curse that has no end.

© 2011 Nobody.


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This reads like a guttural cry from the heart.. how a band of gold can mean so much and so little all at the same time. My advice? Melt it down and turn it into something other, a substance and not an entity.

I love the imagery of these stanzas, the thistles that spring from rose petals, the emotions bending like prismatic beams, and especially:
the weight of a planet tucked handsomely in-
To a small wound that frames eternal pain,
And wears a sharp diamond grin...

This is a painful reminder of the hold objects may have on one's psyche.

Thank you for entering your piece in the Sunday Challenge #5

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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RG, you score mercilessly here. Nice summary of marriage from an H.L. Menckenesque perspective.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This reads like a guttural cry from the heart.. how a band of gold can mean so much and so little all at the same time. My advice? Melt it down and turn it into something other, a substance and not an entity.

I love the imagery of these stanzas, the thistles that spring from rose petals, the emotions bending like prismatic beams, and especially:
the weight of a planet tucked handsomely in-
To a small wound that frames eternal pain,
And wears a sharp diamond grin...

This is a painful reminder of the hold objects may have on one's psyche.

Thank you for entering your piece in the Sunday Challenge #5

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice to see you happy n chirpy! The predatory images are brilliant as the prey cant help but go back for.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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