Rust

January 8, 2009
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Crouched over, hands crunched
On a hangover floral sheet.
Slow whimpers, a back shivers
Beneath the rust of a blanket.
Paralyzed moment, eyes stare
Behind her hair in strings.

Passing by, in a sorrow stare
Upon the bend of backs crunched.
Days die, under a home-like blanket
As she hums to the music of coins shiver.
Eyes cry, and tears fall in strings
Watering the blossoming sheet.

Memories fall, in shallow strings
As a past whimpers under a blanket.
Hazy remembrances, all crunched
Her past laid out in a plain sheet.
Time reflects, as a complexion shivers
Through the canvas of a sad stare.

Hovered over, in folds of a blanket,
Crisp fears are planted in a stare.
The ashes of nothing, sewn in a sheet
And tied by the hands in knotted strings.
A runaway, grasping onto a heart crunched.
So dark and alone as a fragment shivers.

Dreams ferment, fading in a single sheet,
While the dark silhouette of who she isn’t shivers.
Tied up, a girl clutched by braided strings.
In her fate, hope doesn’t stop to stare.
She decays, in the darkness within a blanket,
So slowly she waits as a figure crunched.

Constructed fear, over the nighttime shivers,
As broken stars hang over in strings.
A girl, holds onto her knees and stare,
Into the crooked view of her sky crunched.
Invading darkness, murder the flowers ob her sheet,
Because there’s nothing but darkness beneath a blanket.





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dreamer said...
Jan. 18, 2009 at 8:19 am
stunning, it grabs you and tucks you in under the sheet and you feel it all!
the repetition of word choice works very well completing each stanza.
wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
 
Jay said...
Jan. 15, 2009 at 8:01 pm
WOW, WOW, WOW!!!
 
kaypoe said...
Jan. 15, 2009 at 4:23 am
One of the most amzing things...
I.
Have.
Ever.
Read.

Excellent beyond words!
 
BlobPerson said...
Jan. 15, 2009 at 3:57 am
the sestina device is cool
and quite frankly hard.
if any of you guys notice the way that the poet choose six words and used them throughout the poem. Every stanze has the same six words, one at the end of each line. strings, blanket, crunched, sheet,stare, and shivers over and over, in a different order each time. that's hard.
so nice.
plus the poem is deep and has a message.
 
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