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Trickster
by Leslie Ann Eisenberg
Cinnamon sticks swirl around
the same recorded groove
Resplendent blades beseech
from betrayals grave,
Vindication, filll this empty cavern
Gleaming bawds line the streets youve memorized
Spelling your broken heart with ruby lips and
disdainful sucking teeth
Crooked weedy fingers beckon,
and you drift into a succubus reverie
Silky gossamer drapes the blush slit,
coy emerald eyes caress the stab wounds,
The grinning rook takes your hand,
and you drown
in a cheshire pool of crimson fingernails
Why forgive
when the path of blindness
scarred by years of black smoke,
is laced with sweet, gentle offers
to remain in a bewitching cocoon of traversal?
Oil is poured on troubled water,
Farewell, impetuous, amnesic heart03/14/2003
Posted on 12/01/2003
Copyright © 2024 Leslie Ann Eisenberg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 12/01/03 at 05:08 AM This IS incredible. I really feel for you for having to chop this down. Like you said to me, don't feel like you have to chop things down just for us... But this is beautiful stuff... |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/01/03 at 05:10 AM Strong powerful poem Les. Very good....Charlie |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/01/03 at 03:37 PM Oil and water may not mix... but they come close in this verse. Great words and images that swirl in a soul resonating manner. Great read. |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 12/02/03 at 05:55 AM I'm overwhelmed Leslie. each line contains such vividness that it makes me go "mmm.." inside. I think I told you this once before, but you really do have such a way with words. gifted, as some would say. |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 12/05/03 at 08:30 AM "WHY FORGIVE/when the path of blindness/scarred by years of black smoke,/is laced with sweet, gentle offers/to remain in a bewitching cocoon of traversal?" Wow...this poem is breathtaking. Absolutely full of imagery that springs into your mind with great detail.
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