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Awkwardness
Let me set the scene for you
Because I think you have it all so wrong
There was no sunshine or cloudless skies
It was awkward with things that didn’t belong
Let me set the scene again
Because you don’t really understand
There was no trigger, no reason at all
It was way too awkward to have been planned
Where once laughter & joy was heard
Now the sound was that of a blackbird’s song
Every candle flickered then burnt itself out
Then silence; deafening, awkward & long
It wasn’t gradual, nor even subtle
In the blink of an evil eye
She changed her smile into misery
It wasn’t subtle, nor even gradual
In the blink of an evil eye
Her perfect smile became history
Awkwardness bled from every orifice
She was no longer pure like the angel I once knew
She wore the skin of a demon & breathed fire with every word
I tried to protect myself from the outburst & poison
But I was infected with the awkwardness & I fell
I never saw it coming, now I bleed too
There was no cure from the insanity that I had been cursed with
There was no place where I could find sanctuary
I had been condemned ‘til my final day
The song of the blackbird wouldn’t stop screeching in my head
I had been forced into a relentless state of distress
I have become one with her disease; awkwardness
Comments
Jackweb
Wed, 2022-05-11 06:47
Beautiful!
An outstanding and very beautifully crafted poem.
"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".
~Jackweb
One
Thu, 2022-05-12 03:16
Jack
thanks my friend,
regards
One.
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"with all that I am & all that I could be, I walk this earth, yet nobody sees me"
Candlewitch
Wed, 2022-05-11 07:22
dear One,
it is so good to have you back with us!!! I was very worried about you. it isn't as if I could hail a cab and show up on your door step. nope...all I have is my computer and the internet! now that I am done scolding you, I shall begin on your poem.
it all began with the appearance of a Blackbird and his song. out of the blue (I heard the crack of Doom) and everything became "off kilter" I like how you took great pains in the beginning to stress things becoming (Awkward). after that, the very air changes and turns ominous! with the silence becoming "deafening, awkward, & long". (even the ampersand instead of "and" through the poem is awkward!) kudos!
I like how you drew out her quickly changing, it is at odds with the piece. once an angel she now breaths fire an poison to infect the innocent. a total shock and surprise out of the blue! it becomes very personal,as you are infected with the fatal disease, awkwardness. my favorite lines are:
There was no cure from the insanity that I had been cursed with
There was no place where I could find sanctuary
I had been condemned ‘til my final day
The song of the blackbird wouldn’t stop screeching in my head
I had been forced into a relentless state of distress
I have become one with her disease; awkwardness
and the transformation is now complete!
once again your muse has kissed you, I am very impressed (or has it cursed you? such thoughts don't come cheap or easy!)
love, Sis
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One
Thu, 2022-05-12 03:18
Sis,
I feel very scolded...should I still be laughing?
I wanted the whole piece to be awkward as well as the theme!
Thanks as always for reading & commenting.
regards
One.
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"with all that I am & all that I could be, I walk this earth, yet nobody sees me"
Geezer
Wed, 2022-05-11 08:30
I am impressed...
with the flow of this piece. It starts out being fluid and expresses the mood of everything being alright. The tone changing at the start of the fourth stanza with an abruptness that shows right away in the three line verse that doesn't rhyme until the next stanza; as if it were only then reminded that there is supposed to be a rhyme. The last of the piece makes sense
but no rhyming until the first of next to last stanza and then the last line of the last; as though a desparete attempt at the last to draw it all together. Nicest work I've seen from you in a while. ~ Geez.
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One
Thu, 2022-05-12 03:19
Gee,
It's supposed to be totally awkward even the "desperate attempt" to bring it all together.
I appreciate you taking time out to read & comment,
regards
One
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"with all that I am & all that I could be, I walk this earth, yet nobody sees me"
Geezer
Thu, 2022-05-12 06:12
Well done Sir...
you have succeeded in your attempt! It is my pleasure to read and comment on the work of "all" our poets. Appreciation is noted! ~Geez.
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