Painting The Tainted~

Painting The Tainted~

A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole
"

~*shrug*it happens to the most jaded of us~

"

When I first saw you

My collapse was a edgy house of ice cards

The Queen tumbled from her strawberry gown

Through the snowflake atmosphere

Into your broad palm

Open

 

Few men will open their hand

To girls like me

Who ride under the ice in floating silk

Glass voyeur

With blues around the spiral arms of snow iris eyes

Learning patterns in the men

As if they were Braille in motion

Cutting up the winter

With their ice skates

 

I have carved a thousand men in the image

Of the monsters

I have covered them in stains of ink

Always slipping through the hedge

Backwards

To the original quill gripped between sharp teeth

The velvet ink that bound my wrists and mind

 

Until, I first saw you

Until, I disassembled my tantric matrix

By the old lamp in the spice shop

Humble girl with nothing to show for decades

Of monstrous rage

In lantern light

Except warm skin in snow gold

A kimono puddle at uncertain feet

 

 

 

copyright:2011/vssmd/amusemusepress

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

© 2011 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole


Advertise Here
Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5
Compartment 114
Compartment 114

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

The vulnerability in this treasure has more strength than the everlasting pyramids and just as much mystery. You're the most original voice I've encountered in 38 years of living and breathing literature. You, my beautiful Selene, my private Scheherazade, are the epitomy of the poetic seductress. So many of us worship you, and love you as much as you allow yourself to be loved, and we all anticipate the next bounty to come from your ink.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

I found lots of good lines.Few men.....is great.Like the alliteration and the internal rhymes like tantric matrix.Well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The cadence this spins is a unique blend of marvelous and genius. I cannot at this moment pick a line that worked best for me because as a whole it just seemed to captivate me on a massive scale. I am truly engrossed in your details.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Strong, delicate, one of your most open poems. The view is incredible.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Powerful description and story in this poem. Life make us colder and warmer. Hard to open closed door. I like the journey you took me with you in the words. I like the beautiful language in the poem. Thank you for the amazing poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

your muse is tickling, loved this, as to say
Work of art. of grapes of quill, you bring poetry to life.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I am feeling like a piece of teak or mahogany right now. Damn, this is a piece of awesome. Beyond awesome in fact. The last stanza says it all for me.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

well, there goes another one for books which stack full of these dreams in vivid slumber, by which you woke up on the side of the bed with a part uneven. on your head created this swirling master piece as you thumbed through the tangle, in depth of what was left on those sheets, thoughts between dreaming and awakening each strand abandons sentence structure like nature met for you to live life in unworded seasons of perfection...amazing stuff

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I have carved a thousand men in the image

Of the monsters

I have covered them in stains of ink

Always slipping through the hedge

Backwards

To the original quill gripped between sharp teeth

The velvet ink that bound my wrists and mind



The maturity of your ink ages like fine wine, it gets richer and thicker and more pronounced in flavor as your reflections grow.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"My collapse was a edgy house of ice cards" should be "an edgy house."

This poem to me to a different world, and for that I'm gratefull. Your use of metaphor knocks my socks off. Never. Stop. Writing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

[send message][befriend] Subscribe
Leo
snow gold.....GOLDEN!!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


First Page first
Previous Page prev
1
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

732 Views
24 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 6 Libraries
Added on December 30, 2011
Last Updated on December 30, 2011

Author

NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole
NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole

AsIf, Trippy Cottontail, Japan



About
VictoriaSelene Skye Deme Author of. . . . ~CrowWoman & MudGirl~ ~Eve's Rib~Jezebel's Hips~ ~The Raspberry Girl~ ~Girls With red Hair On Cherry Cadillacs With Bushido Swords~ ~From The Gutte.. more..

Writing