Meurtrière Doux
By FadedBlues
what good is the sun,
when I wander the streets
in the darkness of night.
what good is the garden
where callae do not bloom;
where the timid bluebonnets were
long ago slaughtered by barbarian weeds,
the arid ground peppered with butterfly dust.
what good are songs in a silent movie,
kisses to welded lips,
poems that merely ratify our loneliness.
what good is the elegant stationary, diaphanous
and perfumed, that bears the filigreed banner,
‘From the desk of * * *,’ and upon it, scripted
in a feminine flourish, your cherry-bomb vow:
‘I will come to you soon, very soon.
it’s just not convenient right now.’
your taser ‘love-note’ left at my door.
what good is that hollow regalia of your touch,
when the smallest flame will obliterate it…
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Comments on "Meurtrière Doux"
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On Tuesday, October 1, 2013, FadedBlues
(2172) wrote:
Friends & Poets, thanks. impossible to get what you really want, sometimes...
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A former member wrote:
You've captured a perfect moment, & the graphic art is just so complimentary to my imagination at the moment. Holy fuck!, it's distracting! Terrific story-telling qualities that I've come to expect from you.
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On Sunday, September 29, 2013, BlackVelvet Rose
(175) wrote:
...timid and dainty to the senses but yet harsh and murderous to the mind...
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On Sunday, September 29, 2013, blue angel
(877) wrote:
The fallen beauty is powerful in it's lingering essence, the scents still fill the nights void... Beautiful poetry:)~ blues* love it... the bluebonnets always find a way to return year after year. lovely, indeed
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On Sunday, September 29, 2013, Devilish
(2662) wrote:
what good is that hollow regalia of your touch, when the smallest flame will obliterate it… ... WOW.. you leave me breathless .. damn your so worth coming to find. i love my fadedblues. with all my heart.. you ole romantic beast you.
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A former member wrote:
where the timid bluebonnets were
long ago slaughtered by barbarian weeds,
the arid ground peppered with butterfly dust,
Bluebonnets are gorgeous when they begin to bloom and you can see them gathered for countless miles down the busy highways. That line struck a nerve because I've seen them defaced and disregarded in the midst of spring when their beauty is meant to shine. What a sad poem this is and it's relatable to the point it hurts. Nicely written babe..