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Capricorn Falls (Free verse) by wolfen

Lost in the myriad of my capricorn traits, I look hard at myself as my true reflection awaits. Memories torture rational thinking, My heart feels a profound weight and starts sinking. I remember the scents of sin, That lingered on my clothes and skin. I recall the times when truth was hidden, Replaced by alibis and inventive lies, A man?s natural defense against women's intuition. Every stolen kiss I tasted, Was one more good thing I wasted, Every late night drink of scotch alone in the dark, To help me forget my cheating heart. What were you doing as the shadows surrendered to streetlight? Were you watching T.V.? Painting your toes? Thinking of me as you smelled a rose? Then squeezing the thorns till your knuckles were white? I was once loves protagonist, Believed love could never die, But now if I slashed my wrists, The gaping wound would be dry, A poor mans Casanova, Too weak to admit when love is over, Callous and cold, Weak and pathetic, With no-one to hold, The fibres that held together my life, Have been unthreaded.

Shuushin 3-Nov-03/7:48 AM
"myriad" - danger, danger; tough word to pull off.

This is quite good:
"I remember the scent[s] of sin,
That lingered on my clothes and skin."

I could do without this telegraphing of meaning:
"Every late night drink of scotch alone in the dark,
To help me forget my cheating heart."

or this:
"With no-one to hold,
The fibres that held together my life,
Have been unthreaded."

but the image of squeezing a rose, thorns and all, is nice.

Other than those nits - something very workable. Maybe as a lyric using that second stanza [tweaked a bit] as a chorus?




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