Silent Blues In The Park

The concert no one knows is going on.

Burn the scars away, this dripping ash

Rains monochrome tears on colored verses;

Words sung in crooned rehearsals

Of wished time reversals,
never to come

Still in stillness of the wanted was
She wandered through the endless gray

Poisoned by golden sunlight
Of tainted azure seas accompanied
By orchestral doves, singing

The blues.

 

The raven temptress plays
Out of tune, whirlwind tempests

Soothed by her paper wrapped instrument,

Of a death cloak

 

Reaper of the smoking wisps

Death, death, bring sweet death

In pleasant kiss upon these cuts

With a firebrand, the dancing blazes

Touch, and scorch the haunts

Of wretched pale chalkboards

Bleeding from her father’s fury,
Un-cleaned; mother lost
In a Devil’s den promising

Phantom pleasures

Staring faces, she can’t embrace them

Pull up the sleeves to erase her self-hatred

But no blanket can heal the hues
That darkened spectrum, of faded

Blacks and blues; they’re tattooed,

Permanent moons of her cosmic abuse
Yet she missed him and her; the ruined glue

Of a house collapsed -- divided in two
But no forgiveness comes for those who used
A home of three with plenty of tools

Yet she always asks,

“Why was I the one who was screwed?”

One, two, three, inhalations
And walking traffic continues

Back in line as her dying muse
Coughs a crimson friend, the end,

Amiable Elysium but Hades

Is welcome too.

No more shells,

There are none left to break

On these decaying shores

Rotten pendulum, she paints it

With hollow rage

Knock, knock, knock on the door

Checked out, no one’s home

In quietness where she wonders
If her book will be buried,

 

The girl hopes it is so

So she can become the pendulum
And swing, with the freedom

Gifted by nothingness

Back and forth

Back and forth
Back and forth

Reviews

[kimpetersen13kp]

Its a really beautiful poem, and your style of writing is so capturing. Though the poen is alittle confusing it still a great poem. And the confusion makes you want to try and understand the poem.

[John]

A lingering emotions that can be tragic or lost in translation where there is pain, forgiveness that hid or bound to be kept or letting go of everything that is passing or can be cold at the same time..

[Randhir kaur]

Waoooooo...a fantastic write..nicely penned..

[TheRaven]

Thank you for the far too kind words!

[Free Spirited]

Thank you for writing this! I love it.

[TheRaven]

Thank you for the love, it's much appreciated!! Sorry for a late reply here, gonna have to say that to a bunch of people lately. Seems to be that busy time of year for me.

[Bacchus]

There's too much here, you have to write a book about it if she can't.

[Bacchus]

I don't like this one...
I don't know if it's because I get "why was I the one who got screwed" line too well.
I don't like the opening calling it singing the blues- my mind goes to Chicago blues music- which kinda ruins the feel of it for me. Even though I get where you are trying to go with it.
I like how it ends with the tick tock-ing feeling. Like she has to race against this time to not bury her story. It's all, at least, what I think the author thinks she has left.

What would you tell this poor girl?
or what does she tell you?

[TheRaven]

Blues is usually associated with melancholy, thus that's why I went with it. Her story, her song, is not a happy one.

I'm not looking for people to 'like' this, as this is something hard for me to 'like'. I meant for this to be unpleasant.

I've seen depression all too much and this is me putting a face to it. The Silent Blues In The Park, that silent song we don't hear because it's never shown. She can be a beautiful girl walking down the walkways next to you, and you would never know the tragic symphony going through her mind. Instead, she's just standing there in her own world, trying to escape with the small help of a cigarette.

Personally, I think she's on the precipice of death. Things have gotten so hard up there in her head that she WANTS her story to be buried because it's not a pleasant song.

That's how I viewed it when I wrote it, anyway. I don't know what I'd tell her, I don't know what she tells me. If I can say anything, I'd say she's trying to tell me the pain of her situation but she has no words for it. My hopeful outlook is always that perhaps we can overcome the rotten pendulum, that the infected past can be cleaned and left where it's meant to be. That the final chapters can be her working side by side with the tick of time rather than becoming the pendulum, swinging herself in an abrupt end.

Idk if that helps at all or clears anything up, I can't make you like everything I do! lol.

[Bacchus]

Yeah I don't think anyone is supposed to "like" it though. Resonates with me too much though. So I hate it!!! Lol

[TheRaven]

I've drawn out an excess of emotions, I see.

Mission. Accomplished.

VICTORY!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this appears an affair...three is a crowd, and it brings the house down as it divides...and she longs to have the freedom of nothingness...unattached to anything, being able to swing back and forth...come and go as she pleases...and no longer answer to a commitment that is one sided.

i really like this...i also think the first stanza is so sharp it could stand as a poem of its own.

[TheRaven]

That's certainly a different interpretation! I like that you got something entirely different from what I had in mind. The swinging back and forth is... much darker in my own visualization. A girl from an abusive father, and a drug addicted mother making a mathematical home of pain. Thanks for your review!