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Mirrorball (an acrostic)

Night is sleeping
dreams laid open eyes
of a troubled peace, unawakened

I am sleepless with sleep incense
your absent pheromones
steeply cradle-insists

Clasp a sad midnight, (h)our love song
my hormones gone to bed
lover. faraway. into dateless nights.

reflecting, look at you: equivocal, misleading, beautiful
crowded obvious questions of your whereabouts
a treetop cat’s sighing madness —

Echo cries, my absence
missing you, moon, a memory
moan-wearing your ghostly sweetness.

to [murder her;]
to [stab her gray heart,]
to [my bloody Hamlet pain]!

© 2005 andronymous

Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. -- Sir Cecil Beaton (1904-1980) English photographer

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The following comments are for "Mirrorball (an acrostic)"
by Idomis

Hello all,

Definitely I was doing a great risk here (e.g., auditive/tactile "moan-wearing" image); it may pose equivocal. But it is replete with irony, suffusing a kind of metaphor I haven't encountered (subjectively, at least). I created another [re]vision of Mirrorball. See if it carries the same light; a reflection of the original. I've shown the hidden aspect of the metaphorical "Mirrorball" here.

Mirrorball (revised)

Night is sleeping with my villainous lovers
a cold memoir, hidden crust of the hypnotic sky

I am, but sleepless, hanging with questions
stripping away my transient pheromones

Counting stars as (h)our miserable times
the lovers’ kisses were empty, full of seduction

Echo their ghostly sweetness;
they are past! covetous escapees, like dawn, of my lust.

~ Idomis

( Posted by: idomis [Member] On: January 25, 2005 )

After you commented on my write-off poem (thanks!), I decided to check out your work. What I found was this fabulous poem, replete with splendid imagery and strong, passionate emotion. It's violent from beginning to end, but at first the violence is only a vague, oppressive feeling. It bursts open at the end, though the lines themselves are more subdued. And throughout, aware of the foreboding tone, the reader wonders whether the violence is metaphorical or something more.


But (excuse my ignorance), what's an acrostic?

( Posted by: Viper9 [Member] On: January 26, 2005 )

"Perhaps he's too . . ." what?

lol :)

Thanks for the info, Jess!

( Posted by: Viper9 [Member] On: January 26, 2005 )

Thanks, Jess!

( Posted by: Idomis [Member] On: January 27, 2005 )

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