Desert rose

a reflection

The mask is heavy on the skin.  

 

 

 

 

 

Are thease demons mine…

or are we just traveling together?  

 

…

 

The questions lay dead at the bottom of the

 

old rusted black fountain of confusion.

 

 

My song echoes trough the cold wilderness,

 

of the night.  

 

 

I walk on fed by dreams,

 

in a world of madness.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Dorchadas]

beautiful imagery Adela
I love the opening line:
"The mask is heavy on the skin."
...this is so true. I think it sets the stage for the rest of the poem too... there's a beautiful depth here an expression of feeling exhausted or burdened, without a sence of self pity.
...and though the poem feels very heavy it doesnt have that feeling of hoplessness.
I love the ending:
"I walk on fed by dreams, in a world of madness."
...beautiful write Adela ;)

[Angel Baby]

Good imagery, truly found this to be a fantastic read! Short and sweet, yet profound. Very expressive, I like that when I read a poem. Well Done!! Thanks for sharing. PW

[Des]

Indeed good imagery. I like the way it flows. It has intricate simplicity to it and it makes it a magnificent piece.

[Marie]

interesting.

[Delicate Grace]

Hey
First of all thanks for asking me to read over this,
otherwise I don't think I would have found it,
Which saddens me when I saw how incredible it was.

This was a poem loaded with emotion, depth, and artistry, yet it was simply put.
I like that.


"Are thease demons mine�

or are we just traveling together? "

This is my all time favorite line I've read in a while
mainly because whether we realize or not
I think we all at some point in our lives
Ask this very question.

Props!

Grace

[Shadow]

Very nice I get a little image in my head. It makes sense really. Anyways this writing sorta reminds me of my other stuff I have written! It is good. ^_^ Keep writing!

[Mav]

Excellent poem, Adela. I loved the line: The questions lay dead at the bottom of the old rusted black fountain of confusion. It seems sometimes dreams are all we have to keep us going.

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i ca nrealte to questions laying in a fountain of confusion those are true words. Very good Poem.

[Periac]

very strong write....a great job looking at oneself and pulling away from it a true "reflection"... but a bit barren it seems when you looked back....very intriguing to say the least

[Greg the Bard]

Short and sweet yet profound. I liked "old rusted black fountain of confusion" the most. It is the univeral definitions for confussion all over the world. Great write. Put this in a contest it will win. Thanks for the read.

[Partha]

the lines are vrey visual due to expressive words. the theme is quite similar as the other poem I read of yours, but this one is a decent poem.