Aria Siren
Dancing With An Elephant-Sonnet II
Dancing With an Elephant-Sonnet II
Shuffling through old letters and devotions
Burried muse screams for me to let her float
Painted on skin deliquesced in your ocean
Elephant in the room sits on my throat
Screaming sparrows ring such savage alarms
But no wind can sing leaves back into place
Strike the pallid and pray to cause no harm
Weeping pleas for you to invade my space
You danced marrionette fingers on my mouth
And you caged dead butterflies in my chest
And I can't forget you when I am roused
And I can't forget you when I'm in rest
All that is left are embers from the fire
All that remains: epitaph on desire
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I was going to comment but wow! how can I add to what has been said below.
I love it! Something about a sonnet that expresses things so well. Such eloquent language, and vivid imagery adds to the intensity of the emotions expressed. Some highlights for me were: 'Deliquesced in your
ocean...Screaming sparrows...savage alarms...Weeping pleas...marrionette fingers...dead butterflies.'
My favorite part is definitely:
Screaming sparrows ring such savage alarms
But no wind can sing leaves back into place
It illustrates the frustration & pain one might experience well, but also shows srength in that you are not in denial. You can't start the next chapter in your life, if you keep rereading the last one.
Ending is superb: 'epitaph on desire.' Its perfect. Short, curt- to the point. No fluff is necessary for us to know the hollow feeling of simply having an inscription to read. Fantasic, terrific, awesome job!
The penultimate line screams to me something from another poem out of the ash/I rise with my red hair/And I eat men like air. Poetry purists would be throwing their volumes at me for that but there is something in it(forgetting the rest of the poem it comes from) that links so beautifully well with your poem.
Your poem is absolutly ringing with intense shocks to the senses! A very nice poem for sure.
oh my.....................................................................