Stained Glass

Stained Glass

A Poem by Holly Lock

 

I'm painting your portrait on a wall of stained glass,

And gathering the pieces of an unending puzzle.

I chiseled your sculpture in a stone made of riddles

And erected a mystery,

Forever unsolved.

 

You've spun me a web of twisted fantasy,

Of love, and other such demons,

And I am an insect that writhes in it's depths.

You've left me to struggle;

Drowning in this ocean of mystery

That you have created

In my honour.

 

I'm painting your portrait on a wall of stained glass;

Every blessed caress of the sun

Sets it ablaze with the fire of passion

And breathes life to another enigma.

© 2008 Holly Lock


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What do you mean mine is better?! Mine is just very different. I really liked this piece. I would've never been able to write something this thought-provoking at your age. Bravo! This had a sorrow to it. I felt that there was much left unspoken about a relationship. Almost as if there were ghosts from the past passing down a corridor. Great imagery and a great job. :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is awsm holly:)

As I was reading the poem, an image of a beautiful stained glass window peaced together with emotions lingered on my mind. Su[erb work.

Profound eh?

ily ml(L)

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

As a whole, I enjoyed reading this poem. My favorite part is, "You've spun me a web...
writhes in its depths." My least favorite part is, "ocean of mystery." Like I said, I like the big picture, I just wish you would of dragged the web imagery out a little further. I really like your style.
Good day,
Doc

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you have a way with words i must say, iv read all you work and you seem to take great care in your choice of words and structure. definetly got talent.

look forward to reviewing more of your work with a little more detail but its 3am mikey's mind is in shut down mode.

great visuals in there too ;)

Mike

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great imagery and its well written. I'm guessing it pertains to someone you love, boyfriend perhaps. I did really like it though gave a good image to the idea.

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

i like this
nicely done
:)

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I really love this piece and the imagery it provides as well. A very nice job you did with this. :) Thanks for sharing it!


Geist

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Great imagery, Holly. You make your lover sound like an enigma, a puzzle, a 'stone made of riddles', a 'mystery forever unsolved'.
And why? Because of deceit... leaving you out of your depth, drowning... in misery?
Excellent poem, Holly.

Posted 17 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

I've got to be honest...
It's a good thing you warned us not to judge because of the age thing.
You are very good.
This piece is a deep and winding poem.
I'm looking forward to more of your writing.
TruPeace
d.s.

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I liked this Holly and at time it made me think of a spider in a church? Great write, Thanks for sharring.
Kelley Frost

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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