Poetry Talk

New post from Sarah01

When the clock strikes 2 again

The flowers in my room bleed out

  rouge de red

musing its ethos by the bedside scoffs 

Regret with vixen eyes and smile vile 

Rots in my mouth a taste of insignificant,

Clueless asked past omniscient

did we matter/ 

do you remember or not

We press them over our hearts like an emblem- our identity, the cards

The perpetual hour and the pain of mistakes gambled singlehand 

What are vices?

Our Regrets wed in brothel- sculpted from hardcore marble 

and basked in Styx were these wounds 

So disbarred and coiled up without bastion 

Can I call your conduct caprice? 

Sparken your parlour tricks if you may 

But don’t dare break my heart

                                 ~ Sarah 

I have submitted a few poems over the years. But I am unsure and lost about what I have made this time. I will deeply appreciate a honest review. Thank you Susan. 

 

                  

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