The Deep Blue.

The Deep Blue.

A Poem by Corset
















The deep blue black green of 
winding hill roads roared
like an injured jungle cat.

The silence after has never 
been quite so deafing,
not a cricket, neary a hum,
no traffic, no twinkling thrum
of stars on the way side.

I shot straight up in my bed
and clutched my pillow, the
deep rich indigo laughter
of June,
had been silenced.

...and I learned what it meant
to be numb, dumb as the bones 
of an old byway.

He had come my way
to exact his revenge, 
by silencing
the glorious night.

I opened my arms and
embraced the madness
and loved it black,
'til it was distant
then out of sight.

© 2014 Corset


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I am so proud to know you......

Posted 7 Years Ago


Corset

7 Years Ago

what does a person say to a thing like that ? why? lol, just kidding, thank you Dana ( i'm gonna sav.. read more
h d e rushin

7 Years Ago

famous? Rupaul said that if your a man and walk out of the house in a bra and some high heel shoes, .. read more
Mysterious write....with a hint of sensuality and danger. The imagery is splendid. Lydi**

Posted 7 Years Ago


Corset

7 Years Ago

Thank you Lydia!
Ever notice the sound of crickets virtually adds to the silence?--or maybe, we've just been conditioned to think that.
In any event, "The Deep Blue" is a powerful, beautifully dramatized--somewhat surrealistic--portrayal of lost love.
Exceptional work, C!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Corset

7 Years Ago

That is so true! I think we do relate silence to the sound of crickets, Thank you Outcast
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JC
perfect read for Halloween...it must be late and i must be tired because this poem brought me into a David Lynch land of Twin Peaks, I felt some roaring bike rumble, the lights grazing your room through the window as it passed, a face long and sinister trying to see through your walls and drag you out by the ankles...need to read this again in the light of day....

Posted 9 Years Ago


Some deep versions of gratified life`re well depicted by the ink of your sapphire words. Nice imagery. I`d be looking forward to reading your stuffs.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Corset

9 Years Ago

Thank you John :)
Told with such cinematic splendor....

"I shot straight up in my bed
and clutched my pillow, the
deep rich indigo laughter
of June,had been silenced.


A sneak peak into the film
spinning about in the head of
the brilliant story teller you
have become...

The energy level pulls you into
haunting depths of the colors
end...100/100

Rossen




Posted 9 Years Ago


Corset

9 Years Ago

Thank you Rossen :)
Keener the blackness, brighter the stars...

What I especially like about this poem is the opening stanza. Something about it kind of carries so much... like all the shades of an atmosphere that envelops you, even if you think you don't want it to, but when it does you acknowledge some of that juicy marrow sustaining reality. The real reality. And hey; it ain't so bad



Posted 9 Years Ago


Corset

9 Years Ago

No it ain't ,lol, which is now a word found in the slang of dictionary :) Thank you so much Charlie!
My favorite addiction the subject of silence it is frnakly amazing to me the times I have read how a moment of silence brings about.... I stop right there because in ther resided the commonality of experiences. I get the the black feeling should be slightly unsettling is just I love it as much as the day. Oh that kind of night sound real good to me. The silence inherit in it even better.

Thankyou

Posted 9 Years Ago


Corset

9 Years Ago

Thank you Rene, cool avatar!
"Loved it black." was evocative... Silence like the one you speak of is frightening to me. Sometimes, that kind of silence echoes into the lonely spaces of the heart then reverberates deep into your being where beautiful sad memories come flooding over your soul. like, a tsunami.


You embraced the silent madness. loved it. until it dissipated.


Moving piece, C

Posted 9 Years Ago


Corset

9 Years Ago

Thank you Diego for everything.
I, of course, love the last best. You and those open arms....loving....embracing......like no one else could!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Corset

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much Queenie!

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