Description: This is...uh...strange. You might find the tenses confusing but trust me, they're alright, just read a bit more carefully. This was unexpected to me. I meant to write something for this title I just didn't expect it to look like this. I hope you will like it.
A Prelude to Hell's Angels -------------------------------------------
Like a willow you will whisper …
...
Destroy them for me
Cobalt wings…all the tears undone
The wounded moon on this dilated night
A bliss unstrangled into stone
Such a taste of the gods
As only the beautiful can spill
Fair…so fair
Were I to lay with the illness of it all
I would shudder an annihilated smile
The wanton skies would beseech
You would breathe this scented alliance
Crush it like a torrent onto ash
A flammable lineage of this world would guide you
Scarred and violated, the sweetest flaws of all
Guide you to me
Where would you take me then?
Sooner would I flee into soil
…like a willow…
But I stay to watch you dance with ice without blistering
So that I may crawl a praying mantis
While you seek the distance of the deranged
And lick your yet unopened scars of light
Feather to feather, a sleepless raven
You will not be able to cry into death of silence
As the crease of another life grows thin into the air
And you unbreathe your crown of smoke
I will plead to you then:
''Where are you taking me?''
Your shattered lips of ruin will smile whispering :
''Have I ever told you how beautiful you look in hell?
…like a willow my angel…
…like a willow…''
everything has some beauty in it, and in this piece it was the entire thing. like non-sensuality below me that line was a killer. ''Have I ever told you how beautiful you look in hell? that completely left me in a 180. great job porcelaine every time i read one of your poems, its always great. take it easy
Reading this I thought of how wonderfull it must be to see the world through the eyes of a artist like yourself... and then my whole reality imploded above the line : <''Have I ever told you how beautiful you look in hell? > And for just one moment ... everything stopped.
I wonder if you meant with it what I understood... but poetry are just worlds and interpretation and ofcourse ... estethics... maybe much more in spirit of an "et cetera"...
Anyway... for me this line is so close to perfection that it almost hurts. :|
wow, it's like some kind of twisted, yet beautiful nightmare, if thats even the right way to say it... i mean, it's written beautifully. as D.Q says, you work kinda leaves us speechless. i love the mystery, the darkness, the whole thing pulls us right in. a rare talent, indeed. outstanding work. michelle
I've still got a long way to go So my fellow poet in crime, you make my eyes pop out of their sockets. (oi left eye! COME BACK I say!!) I think this is the same style/structure as one of your earlier poems, if I'm not wrong Annihilated Empires, so, there's not really much point in repeating what I already stated about it, so I'll just say that dictionary is really being digested. Cheers, continue the amazing work. Azuire
Submission Name: A Prelude to Hell's Angels
