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Burned Book
These verses are all that remain from a burning book I found in an alley
I
…nine cloaked horsemen lead the way.
II
I am a beast…flowers are the essence of life, handcuffed to the earth.
Human hands know not what they do.
…What is love but…
III
When the lights returned,
my body was covered with the breathe of children.
When my mind returned, all it could perceive was
boiling smog.
…my cradle song, sung, now lost.
IV
…the worst is yet to come, but the answer lies when the clock strikes…
Am I human? They say I am,
or was,
or could be…
V
Sleep and dream and never wake,
you are a blessing.
My razor can only cut the blessed.
…at least your scars might heal.
VI
…Peel away Sorrow
…Allow Guilt a chance
…Tears dripped in buckets under the rotten roof
and my love, I simply couldn’t care.
Signed: The Shattered Moon
I
…nine cloaked horsemen lead the way.
II
I am a beast…flowers are the essence of life, handcuffed to the earth.
Human hands know not what they do.
…What is love but…
III
When the lights returned,
my body was covered with the breathe of children.
When my mind returned, all it could perceive was
boiling smog.
…my cradle song, sung, now lost.
IV
…the worst is yet to come, but the answer lies when the clock strikes…
Am I human? They say I am,
or was,
or could be…
V
Sleep and dream and never wake,
you are a blessing.
My razor can only cut the blessed.
…at least your scars might heal.
VI
…Peel away Sorrow
…Allow Guilt a chance
…Tears dripped in buckets under the rotten roof
and my love, I simply couldn’t care.
Signed: The Shattered Moon
Published 28th Jan 2010
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29th Jan 2010 00:39am
...what is left out has the same impact as the word written. This can be a precarious balancing act heading towards ambiguity. You manage to avoid the fall here partly due to the audacious opening line. But for me there's no doubt that what you omit has the biggest impact, as the reader is invited to contemplate a number of delicious possibilities. This is a cunning piece of work, Brian.
29th Jan 2010 00:52am
I'm trying to explore silence in the written word and I'm glad my first attempt was successful. The next step is find elegant silence without needing a device such as my first line. Thanks so much!
Anonymous
29th Jan 2010 3:55am
A unique and compelling concept; for once, fragmentation and loose ends actually serve to improve the poem. Filled with your usual bizarre and beautiful metaphorical imagery. The idea of flowers being handcuffed to the earth was probably my favourite. This is a masterpiece, I think. I know for definite that it will stay in my mind for a long, long time. Gorgeously constructed and executed.
Anonymous
12th Feb 2010 2:20pm
and I agree with the other reviewers that the omissions provide more than just 'pause for thought'.
Well done
Steven
Well done
Steven
17th Nov 2010 00:41am
This is truly unbelievable. The parts left out really add to the poem. It allows your mind to wander and dream. I found myself falling into another world where i had to imagine what i wanted the spaces to say. Amazing!
