Reverb

Reverb

A Poem by Robin
"

yeah, yeah, yeah

"

 

it was hard to leave the stage behind

it never made us any less or more

that spotlight always seemed to chase us
through the night like rain

 

to small apartments on unfamiliar streets
or a penthouse with dizzying attitudes

secret knocks on muffled doors 
skeleton key to the gates of sin

 

they bore gifts upon leather couchs 
incense , mirrors and drunken offerings

shallow smiles and pouted purrs

upon beds that never slept 

 

that smell of another morning

as you searched for a cigarette

trying to quiet the echoes

before doing it all over again  

© 2011 Robin


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I think you really had to have lived it like you have to capture it in this way, the essence and soul... the loneliness in the freedom... one moment too beautiful to contain and to be held and so you move on to the next... even in the broken and wasted things you can find yourself there, and it seems to fit for a second.... special piece of writing this one.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This Poem Was Very Vivid :D
I Love Poems That Make Me Think. This Is One Of Them

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sounds like a bad night - or for some a good one.
"Beds that never slept", nice.

Chloe

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

that smell of another morning--what a great line. The narrative is an honest heroic realization. The disillusionment universal.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"upon beds that never slept"... Man. Idk why that lines speaks so much to me, but it does. Very excellent piece. I think I received it differently then most, but hey at least I got something out of it right? I do think this piece can be read on two levels.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This reminds me of a rock stars life. Never settled and constantly on the move. It sounds glamorous with all the things that can be bought with the money and traveling all the time but end the end those things don't bring happiness.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

an emotional/visual stunner~ you open the aura in three dimansional scapes~

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

yep. ya got it all. Much more artistic than just saying where ever you go, there you are. lol.

the kicker here is the last two lines. Few will really get that. I concur, Reverb is an excellent title for this worldly jewel.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love it when a poem comes together.

I also love it when a poem finds the title it was supposed to have. Well done to avoid standing in its way!

It's a beautiful, hazy portrait you've painted here Robin.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mmmm, truly captures the moments of tour me thinks. Nicely spun tale. Great description of such adventures. Well done.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

not elemental as your others, a bit of a different voice for you...i loved it, and can relate somewhat to being on the road, the backstory on this has got to be interesting

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on April 13, 2011
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Tags: so you want to be a rockstar, glamour, fame, and no sleep

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