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topic: perfection in silence (quasi-explicit)
by Rachelle Howe
it had to stop. the noise,
that blood curling shriek that
stained the sky like an enig-
ma gone terribly wrong.
she wrothed through me; opaque.
the stanzas that spelled out her
limbs and spine were shakespeare.
i worshiped her. she was the sun.
we paged together; fugued.
i had her there, in my clutches,
and still, she wouldn't quiet.
a sleeping aid, a knife,
anything to wedge between
her ribs. she was my artwork,
i was her maker.
we needed each other
in the grand design.
still, it had to stop.
i don't remember
when the death bell rang,
only my fingers wrapping
around her throat.
she was peaceful, then; serene.
serendipity in vogue.
10/30/2003 Author's Note: topic by amanda l. marron. more thoughts on my killer. i <3 this character.
Posted on 10/30/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 10/30/03 at 03:56 PM You've got some incredible phrases here: "the stanzas that spelled out her limbs and spine were shakespeare", "serendipity in vogue"...oh, beautiful, wonderful, intense piece of work. |
| Posted by Amanda L Marron on 10/31/03 at 05:12 AM yes i am proud to say the this topic was my idea....but rachelle turned it into a magnificent piece |
| Posted by Lori Johnson on 10/31/03 at 02:10 PM Mmmmm, a devilish treat. You never cease to amaze me. :)
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| Posted by Don Coffman on 11/01/03 at 08:02 AM Have I mentioned lately how exceptionally nifty your poetry is? You've really contructed this one brilliantly, and your imagery and the phrases you've come up with continue to amaze. I especially like what you did with splitting up "enigma". It starts out with a rather rapid beat and then that line hits and makes the word and the picture in the mind really stand out. Groovy ladykiller. |
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