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Pearl's Encore.
By Dei
She waits for me. Sitting silver pale with a high hat.
She waits for me. Always center stage but backed away from spot light.
She’s teasing me. Baring hollowness beautifully
I know. That it’s my hands that give her a heart to beat.
Pounding out the rhythms for my symphonies on her timpani
Watch my violence sweetly be her ecstasy. Gaze breathlessly
While I’m filling her with my echoing lusts
And though your eyes shift away to brighter things remember it’s her.
It’s me. It’s we, who drive your feet and mimic your heart that pumps.
And when I’m spent and you’re not quite satisfied I’ll leave her.
And She waits for me. Again so hollowly. Never knowing
If the next time I come back to her I’ll tear her apart, or play the encore.
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Copyright 2013 Astra Dei
Published on Saturday, March 9, 2013.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
(Contest Entry) I played drums badly for years, but in my mind it went about like this.Comments on "Pearl's Encore. "
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On Tuesday, March 19, 2013, BetaWolfinVA
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wrote:
syncopated rythim dancing the beat, marking the time, heart beats, captured rhyme
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On Sunday, March 10, 2013, FadedBlues
(2169) wrote:
...you approach her fearfully, as if you'll never be good enough, but determined to beat her until she speaks by your design...
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On Sunday, March 10, 2013, Nehema
(960) wrote:
This reminded me of the drum circles I used to attend, my drum was made from a mares skin... Lovely, good luck - XXOO
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A former member wrote:
This is marvelous, Love it! Thanks for sharing. 10/10
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A former member wrote:
now thats a poem... about drums... um... I need a cigarette, or four...
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A former member wrote:
Thats beautiful, like you said that for years you played the drums badly but in your heart and mind you're a pro and again great poem
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