Empty Walls
These empty walls,
with a myriad memories
absorbed unwittingly,
now whitewashed
into inert submission
give me eager looks
like apprentice girls in a bordello
dressed up like vestal virgins.
[inspired by the forlorn image of good old Manisha in her new home, sitting and staring at blank walls, soon before moving in....]
cheerz!
with a myriad memories
absorbed unwittingly,
now whitewashed
into inert submission
give me eager looks
like apprentice girls in a bordello
dressed up like vestal virgins.
[inspired by the forlorn image of good old Manisha in her new home, sitting and staring at blank walls, soon before moving in....]
cheerz!
Labels: poetry
Selected by Anonymous |
17:46 |
1 Comments:
"memories ... whitewashed into
inert submission" is an extremely
powerful image ... but don't
mind me, max but the eager looks
of virginal prostitutes seems a
rather forced extension (to me,
the reader, perhaps you had other
thoughts) - so it does no't
work for me. For me, if it had
ended at inert submission, it
would have been more powerful.
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