It smells like sandalwood and fresh plastic,
Distantly cooked dinner and day-old wine.
The pants are soft and cotton, poor in design
To mimic some casualness not easily obtained.
Wooden slats interrupt vision and concrete,
Break up the blowing draft riding the back of ethereal
Music edging into the territory of lost notes.
.
This world is cold, this floor is ice.
The emotion is not absent but frozen solid.
Sharp and willing to bite, slice, slide.
The fireplace is a farce, just flickering glass
Spreading its warm, vented fingers throughout.
All over, honey light glows from glass portals
Glows in the empty black expanse of field.
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There is a murder inside, a slaughter on the concrete.
Bare feet pad across splintered glass.
Eyes fog with the cast of day-old poison,
Left at the bottom of a cup to infect his thoughts.
There is something in the distance, some toxic blue dream
Of slanted roof and false wood boards, of blood and tears and lives,
That only he and his deadened eyes can see.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Love your descriptive details in this, well done!
"Of slanted roof and false wood boards, of blood and tears and lives, That only he and his deadened eyes can see." I'm not sure why, but this reminded me of the telltale heart. And that, my friend, is a compliment! Awesome poem, Silver!
The abundant imagery in this is so rich! Completely infiltrates the senses! What a well crafted piece, Silver! So many good lines! I can’t pick a favorite but “The emotion is not absent but frozen solid.” was just a brilliant extension from the powerful sensory details!
Such amazing descriptive detail as always!
So many feelings displayed wonderfully! Great poem!
Oof—yes! This was so well executed, so infused with emotion. I love it!
Wow! You called it - SNAP!!
Oh damno...so much to love about this - this whole damn section, crikey - This world is cold, this floor is ice. The emotion is not absent but frozen solid. Sharp and willing to bite, slice, slide. The fireplace is a farce, just flickering glass Spreading its warm, vented fingers throughout. All over, honey light glows from glass portals Glows in the empty black expanse of field. Exceptional work as ever, Silver. Well done!