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A Darkly Eloquent Passage Into Her Madness
Contributed by
jaeann
on
Thursday, 14th February 2013 @ 09:02:54 PM in AEST
Topic:
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The
dusk of
her autumnal
season of darkened fury is annoyingly
overwhelming to her ----
envelops her in the futility
of unconquerable fears----
a vast chasm of maddening loneliness ----
the emptiness of it harnessing her,
embedding itself
within the myriad scars of all her
yesterdays ----
creating new pathways of such
ill-enlightened damage
too subtle yet to harken
any alarm of threat ----
unheeded, as always
'til the afterthought ----
the imminent loss just some
forsaken chalk mark amongst all
the other stone-walled
glyphs ----
the velvety blanket
of brightly gathered moss
grows stagnant and decaying,
revealing an underbrush
of feigned ignorance and
masked denial ----
desperately failed illusions
fall from the wings of tomorrow's
dragonflies as they
flit across a cracked teal sky ----
their hindered visions
offering no more assuming promises
nor clarity
for reason ----
her banished resolve
begs for solace,
she prays for that secured peace
to stop slipping from
her weakened grasp ----
with any renewable strength eluding her ----
the ironic virtue of her
brilliantly morose expressions
gives fodder to her
despondent musings,
viciously feeding an
enabling legacy of
melancholia ----
the sharpness of
her quill
mars the virgin parchment,
flourishing it still
with reality's
poisoned ink ----
springing forth
with repressed confusions
and embellished utterances
lost to logic ----
the non-existent vehicle
for the delivery of
vague ridden missives ----
the silencing of a voice
unable to orate to an audience,
to fashion a testament of fact ----
that an illuminating trust
once settled
contentedly
open
upon the
throne of her heart ----
a time when expectant wishes
and optimistic faith
dared to be
conceivable dreams
and joy did
once abound ----
the grieving poignancy
and merciless comprehension
within the tapestry
of her darkly eloquent
phrases
seem only to be
flagrantly exposed and
given astounding life
as the siren's
wicked ascension from hibernation
graces her once again
with her vile intentions
of crippling detachment ----
her voice only registers an
audible tone
of declaration
while she's trapped within
her forested cage
of unhinging sorrow
and blinding remorse ----
her limbs enmeshed
within the cold metal of
her dungeon floor,
sentencing her
with a verdict
quite righteously indecent,
lacking all impunity ----
incessantly threatening the brink of
her sanity ----
as yet another
epoch is given an advance
for a five-star
critics' review ----
how long must she endure
these harrowing spasms
consuming her lucidity ----
how will she bravely absorb
this gravely twisted internment
of her karmic resolution ----
languishing away
forfeited and unnecessary,
leaving only
an atrophied remnant
of a splendor
once treasured ----
all the while ,
time
trickles
slowly
on ----
abiding a cacophony concerto,
a deafening turbulence of
malicious voices ----
entrancing her down
into the spiraling abyss
of her impending dissonant madness ----
the hourglass
spins its malevolent revolution of
treacherously entrancing sand ----
a warped timepiece,
a guileful companion for her
surreal trip into this
Dalesque masterpiece ----
a grotesque arrangement
of relentless
roller coaster rides
in some
horror-flick filled
amusement park escapade
of never-ending terror ----
a macabre theater of
"tell tale heart" like
recurring
nightmares ----
entertaining her with
blood-curdling
arias,
she stumbles
into a house
of mirrors
both
shattering and disfiguring ----
trapped in this
pathological maze
of no return ----
the winter solstice
of her psyche,
extensively eclipsed,
reveals a raw and fragile
soul ----
a savagely homicidal, self-loathing
and destructive creature ----
unceremoniously sidelined,
abruptly cast off,
harshly abandoned
and conditionally
shelved ----
the release from
her inner gates of pain
flow exquisitely
from the engraved inscriptions
bubbling to the surface ----
the ugliness poached
upon her innocence
begetting an absolution
of unfathomable
degrees ----
the crimson strokes
congealed ---- artfully displayed ----
a finalized ritual
of resolute blood-letting ----
have pooled themselves around
her sacrificial
fetal pose ----
imperializing her
vanquished reign,
canonizing her existence
with her lovely
destruction ----
that which could never
be esteemed by her light ----
the appreciation of her
absence
to far outweigh
any appreciation of
her presence ----
she surrenders as her
weakened spirit escapes
the burdensome fetters
of her oppressively
forced
exile ----
the dawn of any forthcoming spring,
quixotic and beyond her scope,
withers her defenses ----
her immunity stripped
as her ethereal glow
dulls
to a
lifeless
pallor of
ashen grey ----
her guttural,
aching pleas
become lost
amidst
the unforgiving,
bitter winds ----
shore bound
and muted ----
she's left forgotten
and
eternally unheard ----
may her striking prose
tumble
and fall,
airily dancing upon the
briny foam of an
ebbing tide ----
her cadence suspended,
transcendently cocooned
she
waits for the
window of her new moon
to open ----
the boatman's lantern glow
guiding her emergence into
the kaleidoscoped journey
yet awaiting her ----
resurrecting
her abrasive
tethering to
the stone pillared wall ----
cast her die,
gambling her lot,
scattered her pearls,
wagering karma
has chosen not
the validation
of an epic lore
to be sought ,
adored and revered ----
a mantra chanted
for in its' stead,
allowing her fate
a fortuitous occasion
of pardoned
reprieve ----
returning again
to her hand-fasted
kingdom of borrowed fortune ----
reserving her for:
that cherishing hand ----to once again be claimed
by his smoldering touch ----
that adoring heart ---- to once again swell
with incomparable affection ----
that imposing fortress ---- to once again be her
protective throne of promised love ----
grace revisited;
honor reborn;
hope restored;
pride redeemed ----
but alas,
without any emergence of
her destiny in sight ----
she's slipping off
her kilter ----
her axis crooked,
her arcana displaying
deceptive trickery
and
crumbling towers
of
chaos ----
She'd give over
much of anything
to no longer
be banished ----
for fate to deem her
worthy of liberation ----
sacrificing her instruments
of vitriol articulation
for a dramatist's blockage
of penned silence ----
a rune's throw of
intentional spellbinding,
committing a collective anthology
into some
obscure relic ----
for the
seer to
evoke inquiries
placed
on a crystal orb
to reveal
cloudy speculation
with no
discernible answers ----
yet all she is able
to command
is the luxuriant
infinite slumber
within
a crisp, snow-blanketed
canopy of her
obliging greenwood ----
her restful
denouement ----
no poetic
epitaph
etched onto
granite smooth marble
to mark the
passing of this
contender ----
no downpour of
golden coins
nor applauded
encores
for this tainted angel
from the market street
bazaar ----
an era
merely
expires ----
as the
siren's song
extinguishes
what's left
of
her
flame.
jaeann
2013
Copyright ©
jaeann
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Re: A Darkly Eloquent Passage Into Her Madness
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by shelby on
Friday, 15th February 2013 @ 01:03:33 PM AEST
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Incredible, deeply emotive write.I wanted to pick out favorite parts but there are so many!!
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Re: A Darkly Eloquent Passage Into Her Madness
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by alicewhite on
Friday, 22nd February 2013 @ 05:50:26 PM AEST
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| love it love it love, wow , great poem,, deep powerful and insightful,,,major arcana for this one ,, you must be at the end of the fools journey and on top of the world,,again really good. |
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Re: A Darkly Eloquent Passage Into Her Madness
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by ladyfawn on
Sunday, 13th April 2014 @ 05:44:08 PM AEST
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beautiful expression of feelings, strong images,
hugs n' love nessa
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Re: A Darkly Eloquent Passage Into Her Madness
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by JamesStockdale on
Thursday, 27th August 2020 @ 01:37:38 AM AEST
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| Wow, wow, and more wow!!! |
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