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


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I normally shy away from block imagery poetry, but I have to say your use of soothing wording and raw emotion, pulled me right in. Well done, great flow and shocking to me.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A rather stark view of so many people's reality. A well written dark poem. I enjoyed reading this.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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OT
ooo a darker tone to this write than your usual - ominous almost - "skeleton key to the gates of sin" a chilling image - brilliant descriptions throughout!! nice!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Been to Shallow Valley, as I call it, too many times to count. It takes a chunk out of your being, damn the mirrors & booze... Great portrayal of that lost place that too many aspire to belong in.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

it's one kind of life or another...glad you are here and now...

Posted 10 Years Ago


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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

This gave me such an amazing image, also the line "skeleton key to the gates of sin".
The ending really got me! This poem almost should be a story.. but the writing was phenomenal and very well crafted. I think this is going into my favorites!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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