Belle

I'm tired of watching pretenders laugh and make it seem so easy to be fake.

This masked ball-
this massacre of Name and Face-
lays waste to independent means
by means of dependent beauty;
by meandering path of cloak and pseudonyms,
by anonymous.

What an open space-
what a closed time-
have we borrowed for this masquerade,
by means of slow side smile;
by quirking eyebrow and twitching limb,
by a liar's game.

And I dare only touch upon the fame-
these codependent belles of society-
who's words wander lustfully through both my ears,
by means of meandering fingers down piano keys;
by a cacophonous lullaby and steel-string plucking,
by flattered shame.

Author's Note

Not really much to say here. Take it as you will.
(c) Neko Green

Reviews

[chaffy]

very descriptive... it is well titled.. belle... there is a lot impiled in this poem to me.. some different things to think about.. but overall, i loved it!

[Jeweliet]

i like this, the imagery is fantastic, i especially like 'meandering fingers down piano keys'. good write :)