October 30, 2011

Volumes Away


She hated it, his love for letters, presented there in keys
Scrunched up sheets, rejected reams, ink defied and squeezed
Telling tales on one another, in whose version could she trust?
Tapping rhythms, shout out louder, in the silence, readjust

Fallen graces, murder, intrigue, part of elementary hype
Letting fingers do the walking, inky bloodline as you type.
Sets and rises, days a muddled, corner sighs in high defence
Particles of skin in chinked light, resting on it's own pretence.


Journey down a road in solace, accompanied by mind's own eye
Words that read the same to others, but pictures always will defy.
Time is held in low abandon, a dungeon that his will adores
Remind him of her own existence, in bold barbaric underscores.........


She left a note in crimson, pleading, on the last page of his book
Volumes on but not exceeding, some day he may take a look
Reminding him that life is something else, to which he should assign
Will he begin another chapter as she signs along the dotted line.


18 comments:

thingy said...

Ooh, dark and brilliant. Wow.

Kathy Bischoping said...

Grand turns of phrase in the telegraphic "sets and rises", the creep of "particles of skin in chinked light", the sweep of "time is held in low abandon", the splash of crimson.

Sioux said...

Your rhyme felt so natural, I didn't even realize there was a rhyme scheme until I got to a point that was almost at the end. Well done!

Laurie Kolp said...

I agree- this flows beautifully. Wonderful Magpie, surprise ending!

Tumblewords: said...

A lovely flowing piece!

Deborah said...

Brilliantly done ... 'bold barbaric underscores' ooh that was great!

Jinksy said...

I think he blotted his copy book...

WINDOWLAD said...

..a heavy piece here.. and brilliant! you are a rhyming pro i must say!(:

Good day!

~Kelvin

chiccoreal said...

Dear Lena: What wonderful cadence I can hear this read (or better yet, sung)to a typewriter's tapping! The theme of the lover scorned; mystery, intrigue, all the elements here. New meaning to signed in blood "inky bloodline as you type". And creepy for Halloween! Great fun talented one!

Doctor FTSE said...

A really good flowing poem.

Friko said...

So, what was her revenge?

Lena said...

Thingy - thanks! I like me shots in the dark!

Kathy - glad you like it. I tried as much depth as I could.

Sioux - d'you know, every week I promise myself not to, but I always end up rhyming!

Laurie - thank you. Endings are usually not what I intended them to be. I do a swap somewhere along the line.

Tumbly - glad you liked it.

Deborah - thanks. I was kinda into character boiling point by that line ...lol

Jinksy - lol....He blotted his copy alright!

Windowlad - I try not to rhyme sometimes, it's the inconvenience of being a part-time lyricist that's the problem......I'm sure...

Chicco - ah, thank you. You caught the meaning straight on!

Doc - big thanks, zany one!...lol

Friko - I'm sure she'll be signing the divorce papers soon enough......those pesky men and their typewriters!!

Brian Miller said...

oh a hard one...so easy when we chase our passions to let other things slip slowly away...nice reminder on that...

Reflections said...

Darkly graphic! Beautiful piece... intriguing.

Nicholas V. said...

Very good take on this image! Enjoyed your poem very much and loved the denouement!

Other Mary said...

Oh, really good one Lena. Some nice turns of phrase here, and good way of addressing the life/art struggle, and the whole relationship thing too. Lots going on here.

Kirsty said...

I'd just tell him to Archie Jack-it!

Nicholas V. said...

Wonderful poem! He had it coming, though I think the crimson note might inspire him to another plethora fo words!

PS: Love the 'mo' of Movember!