silver slivers pierce my flesh
but the blood had drained away
there was nothing left to say
there is no time left to pray
for all the winner sinner minarets
caught upon the dying breeze
the scent of an unrepent disease
spread by doing what we please
in the hall of mirrors shards of glass
slowly turn to dust and fade
images of roles we played
when we answered serenades
we were hoping were written just for us
Friday, April 09, 2010
in the hall of mirrors: five
Labels: 2010 0 observationsThe Amomancer Tweets!
Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
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