Celebrate!
Froth spills over the razor thin crystal edges
as adhesive smiles are pasted over
barely disguised dripping disdain.
Rays of heat illuminate the
staggeringly joyous resignation while
on the other side of the cool horizon
of sombre iron bars
lies freedom;
stretching into the last hours of the day
Copyright, 2007. Verilion
4 comments:
Going to a garden party already, V? :-
I hate garden parties as well ... theres never any lager
Nicely done, in a few well-chosen words. I love "staggeringly joyous resignation" - it is a wonderful phrase. Effective.
Very nice.
Ah Susan, Mutley and GT. This was about something that happened this week, that day in fact which really really pissed me off. Really really really really pissed me off. And instead of ranting and getting it off my chest, I wrote a poem. I don't really hate garden parties Mutley and I assure you there would be beer at mine (if I had a garden), and I was staggeringly resigned GT, but in retrospect there was nothing joyous about it.
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