the party has come to spectacular end
every last word irrevocably penned
the final chord wrung from the broken guitar
shattered the dreams in a threadbare boudoir
and the crumbs that remain a painful eyesore
of glittering times before the outpour
as emptiness fills the once loving space
time from the memories yourself to unlace
every last word irrevocably penned
the final chord wrung from the broken guitar
shattered the dreams in a threadbare boudoir
and the crumbs that remain a painful eyesore
of glittering times before the outpour
as emptiness fills the once loving space
time from the memories yourself to unlace
i originally titled this 'memories unlaced' but i think it misleads from its intended meaning... thus i've renamed it...
every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man
When I am sharing my healing touch, I am usually praying in one form or another. Sometimes I am also seeing the top of my head open and God's power flowing in. I think something similar happens every time you sit down to write a poem.
ReplyDelete(Seems a little funny that this thought hit me pretty quickly after reading this.)
And BTW - I love this 55.
PG
ouch!
ReplyDeleteshadow I'm so sorry I just completely misread your poem. My comment was not sarcastic.
Just excited to see a post (they're not as frequent as yesterday)
anyway I think my eyes played tricks on me and read the 'unlaced' word first 'fogging up my view of the rest of the words. I think I saw a duality of you letting go of bad memories and 'unlacing'
so if that first comment seemed cold here is my crazy thought process that spilled it.
I'm glad you have to first approve comments
hint hint :)
You're just awesome, Shadow! This is DreamDancer, aka Roxy. I had to move my blog... please come join me at my new place, I look forward to seeing you there :)
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Such a poetic flow. Thank you Shadow. Blessings....
ReplyDeleteThe damn corset of memory becomes to tight. Aye unlace the thing and breathe right and proper. Love this one Shadow.
ReplyDeleteWoman this is difficult to understand. How many people admit yours are the best and only so deep in with a choice of words that it's hard at times to discern. But that is what poetry is all about Damn!
ReplyDeleteAnother party is over
And am left cold sober
Another day is gone
Another about to start
And that's it
This is from the heart. I want to sticky beak more into the world of the lady who wrote this and the story behind it. I wonder. I wonder.
ReplyDeleteWhoa...it's like entering an empty room that is filled with echoes of deep, dark, secrets.
ReplyDeleteMy 55 is Winter's Rime today...scroll below my show n tell to read. Click Here
I think either title would have been just perfect ~ though perhaps the one you selected tells the story before it's unlaced.
ReplyDeleteSo well done Shadow, as always. You have a knack with word choice and flow. Just beautiful.
Mine is up:
Friday Flash 55 ~ The Boy on The Metro
i loved Shadow . every friday you put sparklings inspirations in me .
ReplyDeletebad , bad girl .
all my kisses for you now .
have a delightfull weekend .
Painful eyesore..
ReplyDeleteThese words definitely suit me right now.
So lovely, and yes, the letting go, the saying of goodbye comes when we are ready...oh, but look out! when we finally are!
ReplyDeleteI love the title! both, actually...
Have a beautiful weekend, dear Shadow~
Calli
As always a very good 55. Words are your medium.jeNN
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of many 'mornings after'. I would sit and try to unlace "what the heck happened here last night!" Your words make it sound glamerous. :o)
ReplyDeleteI am with PG on this one, you channel an amazing Muse....one that must fill you and one that definitely fills us!!! Thank you!
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g
Great, the guitar strings and crumbs on the floor, my life!
ReplyDeleteFlash 55, Too!
Ouch..good byes always sting..but you put it beautifully.
ReplyDeletewonderful imagery
ReplyDeletesmiles,
Some posts you read....others you feel. Definately on of the best, as Galen would say..."You rock!"
ReplyDeletewell, this is certainly gem-like with its opulent sounds and rhythm. a veritable necklace of words. bravo!
ReplyDeletehey! Hun You shouldn'yt have done that... It's MY problem... But thanks for this. You are a love!
ReplyDeletei cant stand goodbyes shadow, but yours is rather beautiful...great 55! hope you have a wonderful weekend. smiles.
ReplyDeletemine is up!
Shadow- that last line is real brilliance. emptiness cannot fill the void for long. something either good or bad will race to claim it. That's the danger. So much in 55! ~rick
ReplyDeleteI like the guitar part of your work and the picture with the rose gives an illusion of a scale. Rocks on one side a rose on the other.
ReplyDeleteI really like this Shadow, but for a minute, I was afraid you were really saying goodbye! Very happy you are sticking around.
ReplyDeleteSo vivd and full of emotion. I love the way you write. 55's are a fun challenge.
ReplyDeleteI like to think that you are the happiest person inside your soul...your poetry is often so sad and mournful...
ReplyDeleteSandi
I love the line about the broken guitar. So perfect!
ReplyDeleteGoodbyes are always painful..
ReplyDeleteShadow Dancings poetry is always spectacular!
Beautiful 55 My Dear..
You are a Treasure...Thanks
Have a Restful Week-End...G
Sad when things end and it is permanent. Hopeful though to cleanse and move on.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Tall Kay, this reminds me of empty mornings trying to reconstruct what the hell happened to that romantic evening. Love the first stanza.
ReplyDeleteCome by my place for a giggle of a 55.
only you could put it so eloquently
ReplyDeleteWhoa, you are talented! LOVE the poem. And I thought I was a poet, lol.
ReplyDeleteWow, Shadow! This one is so amazing! You've done it yet again. How does one woman have so much creativity and beauty inside her???? You are a true gift!
ReplyDeleteThe picture is also incredible...just so perfect!
Love You,
Kelly
yeah...
ReplyDeleteYour 55's always blow my mind, Shadow. Every single time...
ReplyDeleteNevine
Best poem I have read in months.
ReplyDeleteHey Shadow, I'm always amazed about how you can do the 55 thing and produce a lovely poem with a rhyming scheme and everything. Those seem like too many challenges to me!
ReplyDeleteAh - moving on from places which hold good memories, very difficult. Although essential, because the people, the occasions have moved on, so the place will no longer hold that magic any more.
I think as we go through our lives these times of melancholy after the good times only seem to get heavier. I'm hoping it's more of a circle than a downward slope though!
Thanks for your faithful visits to my blog - sorry I'm not better at returning the favour!
Oh Shadow, this one is so poignant. It reminds me of a song called Where Do You Start?
ReplyDeleteWhere do you start?
To separate the present from the past?
To sort out all the things you thought would last,
That didn't last...?
Stunningly brilliant! There's sadness but hope in the end that all things heal with time. Awesome piece!
ReplyDeleteThat is fascinating and beautiful. Ay first I thought it meant you were leaving us! Glad you're not. I added you to my blogroll today, so I could be closer to you, and my readers could visit too!
ReplyDeleteThank You, Secretia
Wow beautiful and meaningful poem which no one can rebut its truth. Thanks for sharing Shadow.
ReplyDeleteNice words..I love them!
ReplyDeleteMe again, Shadow, this has an edge I have not seen in my new arrival to this scene. WOW. I know you can write, but on first touch when my AM eyes were not open, I missed your angst.... whew, are you ok?
ReplyDeleteFabulous . . every word a veritable gem!!
ReplyDeleteNice pic
ReplyDeleteHappy to read you back dear shadow, I liked this one, but my brain is yet not fully functioning )I am not going to lie, I even thought you wrote eeyeore (like the character of winnie the pooh), instead of eye.. Anyway I wanted to say hi and start communicating again.
ReplyDeleteTake care dude
So reliably consistent. Always an enjoyable visit.
ReplyDeletePredictably powerful - that is a statement about your poems in general. Always surprising in language, always with a good flow, and a powerful denouement.
ReplyDeletesad, but obviously necessary...
ReplyDeleteEveryone seems to be talking about letting go. I saw it as a death of a loved one and I wondered why to unlace from the memories? Relax the hold, to be sure, but I think I'd not want to completely unlace.
ReplyDeleteI don't usually read comments but I did really enjoy the walking man's.
xo
erin
Your words always enchant and the meaning becomes profound. (Hugs)Indigo
ReplyDeleteThe imagery speaks of brokenness.
ReplyDeletethis photo just grabbed my heart...and the words...wow !
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