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Dark Parade by ~pamelaski:iconpamelaski:

Categories Literature > Poetry > Human Nature > Open




The mire of despondency
weighs us down considerably
yet the sun still shines
even behind grey clouds.

Ribbons of light shoot through the sky
catching the mist and dust
so that it sparkles like glitter;
like tickertape above my parade of sorrow.

The dark and desperate thoughts
march by on and on in my mind
no end in sight, repetitive as they
file one by one across my vision.

The pounding parade of agony
has become one with melancholia,
and travels side by side down
the blue avenue of desolation.

Fanfare in morbid tones herald
each passing memory with it's
fluttering pennants marking the grief
of failed action and broken promises.
©2006-2008 ~pamelaski
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~winged-cavalier:iconwinged-cavalier: Feb 1, 2007, 8:15:44 PM Mood: Awestruck
gods how I've missed your poetry! I need to be on DA more so I can read stuff like this again....
Anyway, another bang-up job. I don't know why, but I imagine the speaker stating the poem very "matter of factly", likely in the foreground of some intensely chaotic scene of which she's unaware...such a self-inclusive poem (if that description makes any sense). I love it.

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Remember the simplistic beauty in life, and revel in the spirit of all things around you.
~dead-poet:icondead-poet: Jun 27, 2007, 7:17:37 AM
Your poetry never ceases to inspire me. You have such a talent for imagery. You paint the most wonderful pictures with your words.

I particularly love the parade metaphor in this one. The imagery is vivid and rings so very, very true. Oh, how many times I've felt as though I were ceaselessly marching down that very avenue. You've captured a feeling that's hard to describe in a way that is miles from the typical cliche, and I applaud you for that.

If life and the muses cooperate, I believe there may just be some art springing from this in the near future...

My sincerest thanks for sharing your incredible talent and your inspiring words. :hug:

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I'm in love with my lust
Burning angel wings to dust
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