Birthday Myth
By Doomy_One
She is the muse and the spirit
and today is her day;
To be remembered
through the boundless echo of time
as a day of magnolia razorblades
embedded in effigial wicker girls
who burn away their loneliness;
To be written
in scattered periods
and tattered tattoo sigils
as living testament
to her long-suffering anonymity
among her flora.Â
To be celebrated
like the sacred forgotten pagan rituals
in the darkest spring of the equinox,
preparing for the long scorching summer
with coital friction to whip souls torridly
across the cloudscapes and constellations
of our endless potential futures.
Today will be remembered,
for today, she exists.Â
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Copyright 2012 Doomy_One
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On Thursday, December 28, 2017, Cassette
(1144) wrote:
thank you for the poem. I know it doesn't say it's for me but I know it is... I see the parallels, posted on my birthday. thank you.
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On Tuesday, April 10, 2012, Magdalena
(614) wrote:
Great imagery and write....
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On Tuesday, April 10, 2012, Mona
(31) wrote:
I stumble upon lots of good poetry on here. This is one that I can appreciate. It's intense with a hint of sorrow from the last line for some reason. I read irony and even sarcasm, and this is why I like dark poetry. It holds nothing back and invokes the beast within. Great work!! Keep writing.