Free verse № 117921
Blue Executioner
I learned of love from moths
as silk fell from strip-lights
it languished and burned
In the coldness of my fixed gaze
Life flickered in lights,
Dying in its dust.
Silhouetted,
in a see through tomb.
Now I think of us,
When I once lived in light
And you engulfed me in darkness.
Your worm silky touch
on trembling larvae
that was drawn to your love
like moths to the blue executioner.
You are a maven
and I the learned,
who lays stiff amongst moths
alive yet paralyzed.
Seeing them arrive from darkness,
to go to the light
and share this bed of silk and dust
to be like me,
loves rigor mortis.
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Strange how rockmage votes, and how often.
The Zero is an award with a leaden weight. According to the granter it means that the poem totally failed as a poem. That's a quite drastic conclusion. Some poets might disagree. I would say, it's an obligation to come up with some sort of explanation. On the other hand, why explain anything to people who you consider total non-poets?
After you've been here a while, you might suddenly find yourself on the Best list. From there on it gets ugly. But you can see there's no more reason to join the bogus voting crowd than there is to stop voting.
Yes! Yes! Crack that whip! Lash me some more Ahhhhhhh
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