Dangling

she sits on a ledge in the rain
dangling her feet
on a monday
she sings a song no one
can hear but her
she used to be a singer
till an evil man in black
took her melody
she holds a book -
a pen writing a love letter
to someone she does not know
the rain blurs the blue ink
it looks like a painting
of the melody she once had
the rain stops
the sun comes out
she puts on her sunglasses
 pulls out a cigarette
the matches are wet
so she holds it
in her mouth unlit
this was her swan song
without a melody
her goodbye letter
without a word
her feet no longer dangle
they are crushed by the concrete
she now lies on
monday morning beneath
a sky of gray
the rain kicks its heels
and washes the blood away

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

I love the three opening lines - they set a whimsical scene so many girls can relate to - the idyllic time before men in black stole their joy. You bring it all back to reality in the last 4 lines...
monday morning beneath
a sky of gray
the rain kicks its heels
and washes the blood away.

Great work.

[Poetic Beauty]

very emotional and powerful. Some songs we sing are sad ones and the imagery you paint here is vivid and clear.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Great poetic writeing with sadness raining down, excellent poem so many favorite lines!

[lovepoet]

I have never worn the black
but it does not excuse those who do
I enjoyed your dangled dreams
let no one ever steal your melody or your words.

An elegant word-painting.

[Hello, Goodbye]

reminds me of The Stand..

[Raymond]

well I'm depressed...thank you. More great and utterly sad poetry. Great execution of it fav line: her goodbye letter without a word. I love a poem that can tell such a complete story...very talented Chloe, very talented.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

This is a very sad poem. You have taken great pains to paint a very clear picture. I assume that the the song is a metaphor for happiness. I read the rain as a metaphor for tears. I am very curious about the man in black. Does he represent anything more than a bad man who stole her mile?

[Siddhartha]

Oh my! Life indeed moves in circles. How often and how swiftly does pleasure leads to pain and life yields to death. It's a cruel world we live in where evil men prowl the streets to snatch everything away and in the end what's left is a life that lives on the edge and quietly slips away to oblivion.

[Jibey]

How emotionally apt is the rain... and the words fall down the page like the dripping of the rain, charged with sadness, aching with the gray sky

[pluto]

Now that I've thought about it, I may have played the melody killer myself once or twice. Not a good thought. Thanks.