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Stirring eyes
Stirring eyes
To my surprise
I don’t recall requesting to rise
Can I speak to someone in charge
Larger than size
A silent Spy
No reply
So I hide inside grand desperation
Imprisoned in this palace station
Kept in translucent skin
Blended in to satin days
Monotony mounting my stay
Sleep
Sexy scene of death
Live to rest
Reaching death which rules the world
Who knows if a certain hotel Sultan lost his lease
Lost interest or control
Or is simply comfort for the holes we fear to be homes
Left alone and provoked to starvation
All weary worlds wind away
To my surprise
I don’t recall requesting to rise
Can I speak to someone in charge
Larger than size
A silent Spy
No reply
So I hide inside grand desperation
Imprisoned in this palace station
Kept in translucent skin
Blended in to satin days
Monotony mounting my stay
Sleep
Sexy scene of death
Live to rest
Reaching death which rules the world
Who knows if a certain hotel Sultan lost his lease
Lost interest or control
Or is simply comfort for the holes we fear to be homes
Left alone and provoked to starvation
All weary worlds wind away
Published 13th Aug 2020
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18th Aug 2020 00:20am
Dear R,
Your poem has some very interesting metaphors. “ Imprisoned in this palace station
Kept in translucent skin
Blended in to satin days
Monotony mounting my stay ” I thought this stanza in particular was quite enigmatic and while I can create my own scenario I wondered what you might have had in mind when you wrote it.
H🌷
Your poem has some very interesting metaphors. “ Imprisoned in this palace station
Kept in translucent skin
Blended in to satin days
Monotony mounting my stay ” I thought this stanza in particular was quite enigmatic and while I can create my own scenario I wondered what you might have had in mind when you wrote it.
H🌷
Hi Honoria,
Thanks for reading the poem. I wrote this poem 23 years ago when I was seventeen. So there’s been a lot of time that has passed. In my mind back then I believe palace station was referring to the beautiful indifferent world we find ourselves living in. Translucent skin was about vulnerability and also being unseen or unrecognized, thus blending in. Monotony being the routines of every day life that we must adhere to till it’s all over; eating showering making a living etc. the mundane within the grandiose.
Thanks for reading the poem. I wrote this poem 23 years ago when I was seventeen. So there’s been a lot of time that has passed. In my mind back then I believe palace station was referring to the beautiful indifferent world we find ourselves living in. Translucent skin was about vulnerability and also being unseen or unrecognized, thus blending in. Monotony being the routines of every day life that we must adhere to till it’s all over; eating showering making a living etc. the mundane within the grandiose.
