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Monday, October 31, 2011

Stained Perfection

Magpie Tales #89 - Picture Prompt
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Windowless
Like my mind

Walls stained with the blood of
Anger and
Broken dreams
Like my heart

A desk marked with curled
Blank slates
And one
Twisted
Noose of
Confusion

But the typewriter
Shines
As if new

Dustless
Unloved

Mein Kampf

Perfect

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7 comments:

Roy Schulze said...: Ooh. A surprising, nasty turn at the end there. My Magpie this week is Poet.; October 31, 2011 12:44 PM
Susie Clevenger said...: What an ending...great poem; October 31, 2011 2:50 PM
Nanka said...: Great battle with words as the typewriter awaits the judgement!! Flawless!!; October 31, 2011 6:17 PM
jabblog said...: 'Windowless
Like my mind'
What despair in these two lines. A remarkable piece of writing, Gemma.; October 31, 2011 9:43 PM
Brian Miller said...: oh nice...very clever on the ending...nicely done gemma...; November 1, 2011 7:45 AM
Tumblewords: said...: The third stanza is incredibly fine - and fits right in with the remainder - also incredibly fine!; November 1, 2011 10:07 AM
thingy said...: Incredible, dark, and just so well written. The end, stuns.; November 1, 2011 12:40 PM

Archive of Blog Quotes

A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman