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Blood Stops Blue.

by MamaLama95


Go and find that brightness,
that broken linen and chandelier
The blood begins to fall.
How did we end up here?

More questions than answers
The crystal glasses grey with the years,
Solid wine spilled on the floor
Where did you hide your fears?

Show me. I won’t tell.

Look at me standing here-
Amongst shattered diamonds and your pearls.
Does it feel like it did?
My eyes close on the world;

And so my blood stops blue.

Your silver cracks my hands
And I feel the numbness spreading slow-
It won’t be too long now.
Eyes open to watch you grow;

And it feels like it did.


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Sun Jun 19, 2011 10:56 pm
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This poem reminds me of the music video for Adele's Rolling in the Deep... I loved the imagery and the message, although I can't quite get the whole message without thinking that I'm over thinking it. Then I'm really over thinking, if that makes any sense. Anyways, I loved the poem. Great job. (:




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Sun Jun 19, 2011 9:46 pm
MamaLama95 says...



I prefer to let the reader have whatever interpretation they wish to - I think that leaves the poem more unchained and open for anyone to relate to.

Thank you for the wonderful review, it really made my night :)




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Sun Jun 19, 2011 9:43 pm
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When someone reads a poem, their reaction and personal imagery will be completely different to that of anyone else's, I believe, providing of course the authour gives the reader enough room for imagination.

Go and find that brightness,
that broken linen and chandelier
The blood begins to fall.
How did we end up here?


What a beautiful beginning. Some wierd reverse gravity just pulled me upwards, clinging me to the cieling.

Look at me standing here-
Amongst shattered diamonds and your pearls.
Does it feel like it did?
My eyes close on the world;


And...I fall to the floor flat on my face. Now that's surface imagery. The very last stanza, with:

It won’t be too long now.
Eyes open to watch you grow


Reminds me of a Romeo and Julie-suicide thing going on, I like it. Of course this poem was about the perils of falling in love, yes? I really had fun reading this poem, keep up the good work!
-Alex





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