Queen

A take on telling stories that most people never think about

She breathes onto the ink

And they live

They dance; they laugh; they cry

Whole worlds are trapped inside

 

She bleeds into the page

And it is born

A fantasy, a tragedy, a legacy 

She writes the story of you and me

 

She cries her tears into the scenes

And the voices are heard

Soft, loud, broken, real

And her pain we feel

 

She dies in the book

And parts of her live only there

Forgotten, separate, lost to her

The price of the magic she must work 

 

Reviews

[Mr_M]

I tell you why for me this poem is magic. When someone asks a creative person how they create and design their art/writings/music many talk in riddles. This poem describes the life of a book you have created and built From start to finish. I am not sure if this is what you intended, regardless I rate this very very highly. I love it and urge others to read and review!!!

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

I like the feel of this....the opening stanzas were very strong and and led to an ending that one could not get mad about. You were cheated in the end just an acceptance of reality and that makes the reader satisfied and not cheated.

[Fill In The Blanks]

Now I feel bad for my mom... ty?

[Jon Mahaffie]

Reminds me of the old japanese folktale of the Crane Wife: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tsuru_no_Ongaeshi

Which of course is tied to one of my favorite albums ever:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3cp8LERM70
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEZ3lSurNCI

One of my favorite sentiments is that, even when you die, the legacy you leave, and the bonds, and connections you made, and your name, will live on for at least another full generation for others to learn from. It's how legends are born, and how history is made. Your poem is worded very simply and concisely, but it could just as easily be fleshed out further, there's a lot of thematic baggage (not a bad thing) here to work with. Cheers!

[Leviathus Fortes]

Whole worlds are trapped inside of everything we pen.

Each story we tell holds a piece of our own soul.

Thank you for sharing.