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


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

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.




Reviews

It is amazing how well you have captured a sense of time and place in this poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

great poem, great images brought forth You have brought forth hopelessness and a vague yet very real sense of jaded disgust somber yet beauty lies in the darkness of the words.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There is always a price to be paid... even for those that seemingly have "it all". This is outstanding.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I do believe that this wonderful piece could apply to many aspects of stardom. On a large scale or a small one, touched me deeply, it did.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A refreshing change Robin. this one struts through shades of grey and black, speaks about a doomed love and the aftermath of its remnants. Intense, impassioned and yet understated, this one aims straight for the heart and gets it ---bull's eye!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

[send message][befriend] Subscribe
ju
"that spotlight always seemed to chase us / through the night like rain" like how that sounds- and "shallow smiles and pouted purrs" i can picture.





Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you're amazing.. :) *not much of a useful review but that's my thought anyway*

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

echoes of the past - ripples on the face of the present...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dark stuff here, poet, but none the less utterly readable. Almost every line creates an image and one wants to linger to see more, to understand, but just has to move on, ' .. and pouted purrs ~ upon beds that never slept ~ that smell of another morning ~ as you searched for a cigarette .. ' for some reason those lines remind me of an old b/white film.

May the past never catch up with the present unless it's welcome ..

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

For some reason I was reminded of The Eagles "Hotel California", well written and so true, being in the spotlight isn't all it's cracked up to be!
Loved this as I do all your thought provoking work.

they bore gifts upon leather couchs
incense , mirrors and drunken offerings
shallow smiles and pouted purrs
upon beds that never slept


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

1477 Views
56 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on April 13, 2011
Last Updated on April 13, 2011
Tags: so you want to be a rockstar, glamour, fame, and no sleep

Author

Robin
Robin

CA



About
I am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express . Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..

Writing
Saudade Saudade

A Poem by Robin


Instinct Instinct

A Poem by Robin


Listening ~ Listening ~

A Poem by Robin



Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Crossing Crossing

A Poem by Robin


I I

A Poem by Robin


Lil' Red Lil' Red

A Poem by OT


Night train Night train

A Poem by Robin