Songs like shadows softly lift
the light from darkened, tainted lips,
cursed with memories from which
the lighter tones withhold their gifts.
Brighter beams, meanwhile, tell
the shadows where they're meant to dwell.
All contained within the swell
of one small voice's silent shell.
Stories told of artifacts
in hands of greed with hearts of black,
laying in curses, spreading that
which sticks, and stays, and wont hold back.
Hardly living, all alone
within the house she built of bones,
memorizing muted tones
that speak of light theyve never known.
And wandering from place to place,
the sands of time erode, erase
from this world's ever-changing face.
And so is gone without a trace.
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 2:00 PM UTC
Songs like shadows softly lift
the light from darkened, tainted lips,
cursed with memories from which
the lighter tones withhold their gifts.
Brighter beams, meanwhile, tell
the shadows where they're meant to dwell.
All contained within the swell
of one small voice's silent shell.
Stories told of artifacts
in hands of greed with hearts of black,
laying in curses, spreading that
which sticks, and stays, and wont hold back.
Hardly living, all alone
within the house she built of bones,
memorizing muted tones
that speak of light theyve never known.
And wandering from place to place,
the sands of time erode, erase
from this world's ever-changing face.
And so is gone without a trace.
I'm starting a new project with this. Taking groups of popularly used words from other poets that seem striking and medially congruent, then free-writing until something manifests. This is my first attempt. Just something quirky I whipped up. Next I should contrive a name for the project. All good projects have names...
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