Musicbox of Glass

[Rahsash Geldich]

I don't really care

You've shattered me

Scattered me

Broken me into pieces

And thrown me

Into the wind.

 

Your promises frozen

Glitteringly delicate,

When touched they distort

And melt in my hands.

Dripping onto the floor

With my tears

Splashing silently

All to dust in the breeze.

 

I don't really care

But its so hard

When ya'll are wrapped

Rocking, pivoting-

Dancers in a musicbox.

I want to snap the lid shut

So I won't see

I won't hear

I won't know

But I have and it knaws.

 

You're shredding

Going into the dark

You led me in

We're both lost now.

I can see the light

But no matter of my call

You're too lost to hear

And you don't want to.

 

In the darkness

Of your musicbox

You want your porcelain doll.

So I wind the key

Step back and smile

The ghost that is faint

Translucent lips grin.

 

The music plays on

As I hum the tune

You two dance

And I wish myself

Painted porcelain

So that I might dance

And she turn the key

[Rune]

Beautiful Rahsash.. just breath taking. Especially the last verse. And the imagery is so intense. I imagined a dark room with a solitary music box on a pedestal. Then a person came out, spoke the words and the images shifted from within the music box looking out to back outside looking in as the poem flowed. Great stuff, Thank you so much for sharing.

[Peredhil]

Wow.

 

You've still got it.

 

There are some poems that make me think, "I wish I could write like that."

[Vlad]

*Digs into an unseen pocket and pulls out one of the little thing organ-grinder monkeys use*

 

All comedy aside though, this is a very serene peace.

Makes me smile about the simplicity, yet also about the provacative thoughts.

[Rahsash Geldich]

Thank you very much, I appreciate your comments. And as for your comment Perehil, I read over this and I son't know from where I pulled it, some dark recess in the mind. Ah well, it reminded me of something lonesome.