Submitted for dVersePoets.com "Taboo" prompt
On my sleeve
The dust of things I want to say
Those who pray
That I disagree
Those who I love, who will never know
Those whose disdain for me, that I don’t understand
On my sleeve
On my sleeve
The ribbed and diverse life that I want
The life that I can’t have
The place I long my nephews and nieces to see
Far off rocks sans minerals and order
Chaos
Crumbs
On my sleeve
On my sleeve
A wiped off drink
Red with the cranberry in the red of my heart
Saliva of a rambling man
Or a rolling stone like my father
Cracked and split, to spread the granite
Buttered over the meadow, no sorrow
For the subsequent, to unfold
On my sleeve
A queen of thorns
Fruit from the vines of my veins
Woven ‘round the tree I planted
She lays nailed to the cross I bear
In the cave I hibernate, wait
How innate, this seems to be
The seething hate, that I hate, within me
On my sleeve
The caged bird setting sail
Her wings too big for incarceration
The bleu eyed duchess and her aristocratic ways
Seduces my eyes, feathers my palms
Flows through my fingers
She’s on my sleeve
In my heart
On my lips
Off of my tongue
Into my pen
Through your eyes
Recycled
Washed away
From my sleeve
A queen of thorns
ReplyDeleteFruit from the vines of my veins
Woven ‘round the tree I planted
She lays nailed to the cross I bear
In the cave I hibernate, wait
How innate, this seems to be
The seething hate, that I hate, within me
nice...the words dance on my tongue filling my eyes with imagery...very nicely written....
so many things on your sleeve, I like the repetition of that, some of them are easier to brush off than others it seems.
ReplyDeleteI like the repetitive line of "On my sleeve". You evoked things and "unspeakable" topics we carry on our sleeves. And yet ultimately, it flows out of our pen.
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A lot of traveling on those sleeves, Well done piece and a lot of imagery here.
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Wonderful alliteration and wordplay throughout. There is a permanent and a transitory quality reinforced through the repetition of "on my sleeve". Well done.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is open to myriad interpretations and my favourite type of poem. It sings amd ripples over all the semiquaver passages like a maestro.
ReplyDeleteMy fav. so far.
a zen flow to this one...some of the imagery is quite breathtaking; your work is always a pleasure to read ~
ReplyDeletehey pounds this was awesome - each line carries so much color - it starts whole movies in my mind...wow
ReplyDeleteIn my heart
ReplyDeleteOn my lips
Off of my tongue
Into my pen
Through your eyes
love how creatively your words played here, way to go,.
Wonderful write of the inner you?
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Fellow writers, thank you all for reading and your insightful and interesting commentary. This was a fun and challenging prompt from dVerse. I look forward to writing and reading more online, as well as sharing the experience with all of you talented folk.
ReplyDeleteCheers!
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