in the opium emporium
Pepper mist hangs indistinctly in the air
Crows are sitting on the divan
I flinch, they squall
Tendrils hang about my face
Saffron flowers in my mind
I am dizzy with ecstasy
Sounds reverberate in the night
Rust forms on the walls of my heart
I am fierce
You die
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omg! I Love This!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat was that old Rolling Stone's song
ReplyDelete'Coming Down Again' snorts and smirks :)
"Pepper mist hangs indistinctly in the air" and
ReplyDelete"Saffron flowers in my mind" and "Rust forms on the walls of my heart" - wonderful images.
Your poem is part tragic and part magic.
From Therese B. -- Ingenious! You took me to an unexpected place.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful Pamela, you've taken me into an exotic world of opium fumes and saffron thoughts.
ReplyDeleteWOW! I am fierce - You die!
ReplyDeleteA side of you I have never read and sooo fascinates me! Excellent, dear Pamela!
My Day 22 Poem is "Squall Blows"
artofsoul,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much!
Pamela
Rall,
ReplyDeleteWas that the title? I should know that. ;)
Pamela
Marianne,
ReplyDeleteThanks! I am glad you think of that way.
Pamela
Therese,
ReplyDeleteThanks I am glad you think so.
Pamela
Good Uma, Thanks.
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Julie,
ReplyDeleteThere are many facets to my personality. And thanks for the nice comment.
Pamela
But I don't WANT TO die!
ReplyDeleteWow, I felt like I was right there and Edgar Allan Poe was smoking opium with crows on the divan and rust forming on the walls of the heart. Love this poem and the eerie imagery it evokes!
ReplyDeleteWell done, Pamela!
~Mark
Ron,
ReplyDeleteDon't worry.
Pamela
Mark,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much the nice comment.
Pamela
Phew, you lead an exciting life! Opium dens, and a list of amazing images!
ReplyDeleteThanks Andy. I appreciate that.
ReplyDeletePamela
Excellent! I love it. You make it look so easy.
ReplyDeleteOnly Footprints,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for the nice comment. I love wordles!
Pamela
Just excellent work. Especially loved the crows sitting on the divan-- odd, but very fitting your delicious imagery.
ReplyDeleteReally liked this.
Dan,
ReplyDeleteThanks for such a nice compliment.
Pamela
Ooh, this is wonderful and otherworldly. I read it three times!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Robin. I wrote this when I first woke up this morning.
ReplyDeletePamela
Pamela--This flows so effortlessly, and wow, what a cool image/place/feeling you created. Love it! (How do I get there? :))
ReplyDeleteThe other Robin
You've created some really great atmosphere... scary good.
ReplyDeleteRobin,
ReplyDeleteWell I am not sure exactly how to get there, hum??;) Thanks so much for your nice comments.
Pamela
Excellent! You made the words fit the setting really well, vivid descriptions throughout... I like.
ReplyDeleteFrancis,
ReplyDeleteWould you also like to go?? ;) Thanks for the comment.
Pamela
Joseph,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for the compliment. I love wordles, they are so much fun.
Pamela
super poem Pam...and there is that rust again...one of my favorites....for writing or painting...and I BLEW it with my poem I could have had Dizzy blowing his rusty crooked trumpet..oh well...keep up the good wring only about 18 million and 45 seconds left in this short marathorn
ReplyDeleteWayne,
ReplyDeleteI really appreciate your nice comments. Are there really only that many minutes and seconds left?;)
Pamela
Pamela, I agree with Julie, a naughty and dark side we've not seen before. I love your voice, direct and tight, nicely done.
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JDM,
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting and I really appreciate the nice things you say. Sometimes I can be a little naughty and dark ;)
Pamela
I read the crows
ReplyDeleteas people in black.
The ending is feisty =)
Janet,
ReplyDeleteCould be! Thanks.
Pamela
Lovely! I'm so impressed at how effortlessly the prompt words slotted in - I had to remind myself what they all were, actually!
ReplyDeleteLunch on Tuesday,
ReplyDeleteThank you for that!
Pamela