Paled by Sunday Sun

Paled by Sunday Sun

A Poem by Kristallo






I thought I missed you.
The mobile eccentricities,
those slender artist's hands 
a dry-brush to cheapen my face 
with discount acrylic 
lugubriosity

... I made my bed...

with layered velvet sheets of midnight
stained in the ghosts of 
former lovers- dried up wishes.
You're raven's caw-
Defiled the moonlight vista
the swathe of dusty bee-sting words
spilling from lips wet with infamy,
how I mesmerized each crack and tinge
Paled by a thousand Sunday suns and
brittled like corn shucks 
on a hollow afternoon. 

the grafitti on my bones is a constant ghost
dripping mad cursive from your song
my shadow dismal enough to turn a tide-
in this moment pregnant with punishment
and stillborn sighs
I looked through that veil of star dust in your gaze
I looked until the brush of time
would paint the face of demons
to mark this day
 
The next time I saw you,
I drown

swallowed by the white undertow
of your crisp and techno fallacies
In still life moments such as these,
we'd lose ourselves. 

Comical- those days we were so young.
Brazen corn flower skies would smile
as we talked Bowie and argued Sartre-
washing it all down with
sunshine-tinctured shards of mosaic.

In those days, I knew little
and passioned your touch
In those days, I swam-
in oceans vibrant with lucidity
while you showered in alkali dust
and sang from that black hole of a
heart. 
In those days, I never knew;
my passions' a world apart. 



© 2016 Kristallo



Author's Note

Kristallo
Born of Zeus's metal wit/// orchids

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ok I just babbled a whole bunch of stuff and deleted it
instead I will say
the first and last lines are a perfect electrical circuit
I tried in vain to explain why they were in said deleted babble
it was chock full of bad analogies and contrived
attempts at nothing fruitful
THIS poem, however, is engorged with perfection
I'm pretty sure I could never write a poem
and stay this focused while writing about an ex
"sunshine-tinctured shards of mosaic"
if the last line is a quotation
then it's an irony that i do not quite fathom

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Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

5 Years Ago

I think everyone should listen to this in Joan Baes's "Baptism" voice
Kristallo

5 Years Ago

I just tried that John, and you are so right! I had almost forgot how much I adored Joan's voice... .. read more
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

nah I doubt I could, but it's not a contest..I do what I do well enough and you obviously excel at w.. read more



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I find the titles of poems alluring, for they snare the attention of a wandering eye. I was in awe of this from your opening of "mobile eccentricities"...and was held spellbound by "the swathe of dusty bee-sting words." You've given me much to highlight here, for metaphors of this caliber are few and far between.

My library is growing in leaps and bounds today...thank you!


My best,
Kelly


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Posted 4 Years Ago


some of my favorite memories are with sunshine tiles:)
A varied emotional painting You brush with this stroke of genius!!!
I loved the play on words...very tongue in cheek with that wisp of sarcasm right below the surface, sounds and seems a very telling of the coming of age...to realize differences...or polar opposites of someone You once had deep feelings for is a shocking revelation...it truly rocks You to Your core...stays always engrained as life lessons eh?
Most wonderful brush You paint With Kris!!!


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Posted 4 Years Ago


Kristallo

4 Years Ago

That's an apt description... and thank you so much! You are too gracious. :)
I am captivated by your words, enchanted by your ideas and amazed at the temperment of this piece. The flow is exquisite, in my opinion. I could feel the desire and the pain that comes with learning one's self. Very beautiful.

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Kristallo

4 Years Ago

You are so kind. Thank you for a wonderful review, i'm humbled and genuinely moved that you felt so .. read more
"i knew little and passioned much"

sounds like me in the sixties....

but i did learn from life...and here i am.

i have thought i missed certain people...but the reality set in...i do in a sense...but like where i am becuase of moving on..or being moved on from.

this poem has startling imagery..

nice work..

jacob

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Posted 4 Years Ago


Kristallo

4 Years Ago

Yes, the poem could be wholly summed up in that line... I don't like to go back to read this one, no.. read more
I feel violated by smokin' sultry abuse!! Your lines which linger into verse are crawling upon me as would breath stealing words. In one simple word "Enthralled".

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Posted 4 Years Ago


Aloha,

What an exquisite testament to the power of love and passion.

Incredible.

alisa ;-)

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Kristallo

4 Years Ago

Thank you so kindly, Alisa! I genuinely appreciate that. :)
"how I mesmerized each crack and tinge
paled by a thousand Sunday suns and
brittle like corn shucks
on a hollow afternoon"

When, in the process of reviewing, one disects a poem like a frog on a slab,
taking away only the parts the reviewer wishes to keep, it doe's a terrible
disjustice to the spirit of the text. But I wanted to snatch these few lines
just to show your complete control of the moment. 'I would loose myself
in pregnant moments such as these'.

Good write and thanks for sharing this with us.....dana
(out of context)

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Posted 5 Years Ago


OOh that read like beautiful paintimng leaving me saying wow!

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Posted 5 Years Ago


This is amazing, and humbling. I know I cant compare to this. It not only shows me that I dont know nothing about writing poetry, but inspires me to learn more, if I could reach this level of Intellectuality then I will know I have done something with my life.'

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Posted 5 Years Ago



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