A LOVE LETTER FROM A FAILED GENERATOR

A LOVE LETTER FROM A FAILED GENERATOR

A Poem by kublakhan27
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I.

Inside a meltdown
of aggrieved metaphors
we met and made the best
of icy memories

You were the apex
of a sullen candle wick's
heated umbrella
passing for protection
from the typhoon
of toxicity corroding
the artificial lights
I resorted to in search
of happiness

II.

Sickened by the cynicism
I could never conquer
without aid
the shrill wheeze
in my lungs stabbed
the air of my resigned
ignition like an acid
rain-rusted fork

Prongs of erosion
incinerated the dimensions
of my Great Pretender mask

I was open to the prospect
of a meltdown

III.

A power outage smirked
on the verge of threatening
my need for Winter white
to blind the pile-up of humid
months eroding my incentive
for an age's elevation

Then you came
puncturing the black aura
I was all too ready to adopt

I am already obligated to
the grey threshold 
it would appear
yet the parasol of your
embrace stifled my
corrosion of closure like
the blinders of a race horse

Simply through your place 
in my obstructed vision's show
you have won me
until I realize I'm out of candles
and the metaphors incline me
to reach around until I clutch
your heated cage of 
nightvision

© 2013 kublakhan27


Author's Note

kublakhan27


It took every ounce of my creative willpower to get this out. An abundance of things to say in recent weeks, but no words. Anyways I'll resist the urge to milk my self-pity any further.

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I wholeheartedly agree with Pax. I too experience this: whenever I read your words, I'm in a completely different world and sense things that can't be perceived in reality. Your poetry is very deep, beautiful, and uniquely crafted with a fine mastery of language. Bravo, once again!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

10 Years Ago

So glad you could relate, thanks very much :)
Gleb Zavlanov

10 Years Ago

My pleasure.



Reviews

Very good use of descriptive words. I don't think you indulge in self pity too much ... just pretend it is someone else!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Haha A good piece of advice indeed. Glad you enjoyed it, thank you Astri :)
This is the soul speaking...a veritable stream of conciousness refined into a beautiful piece of poetry that truly exudes emotional depth and strong impact. Writing is so often a way of saying somethig without really saying it...speaking in metaphors, so to speak. You do that well, because I always see that there are little shadows lingering between your lines and peeking out from the margins. The white space says as much as the words. Well written...fully realized writing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

You know me so well my friend. Writing this piece was a true exercise in catharsis...I can't rememb.. read more
Everything about this write resonates, illuminates thoughts. Such beautiful write Kublakhan!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much my friend...your kind words mean the world :)
Corset

11 Years Ago

I am so glad to hear such a thing :)
I know this took a lot to write but it is amazing Steve. You use words in ways I could never imagine. There's darkness here...sarcasm and regret. Or maybe that's my state of mind reflected in your lines. :-)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Oh no, it's not just you my friend, all of those things are very much in play here :P Thanks so muc.. read more
Everything for which we come to poetry is present here. A clear unburdening of emotion, outstanding metaphors that make the reader ponder in new avenues...
These lines stand out for me:

Prongs of erosion
incinerated the dimensions
of my great pretender mask

We are all pretenders of a sort, faking our way through the meltdowns and power outages, and hoping to hold on to that one person who sees through the facade, yet never gives us away...
You always make me think, K - and more importantly, you make me feel. You sir are an amazing poet.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

My friend, you have brought a smile to my face on a day that I did not think it possible. To know t.. read more
Rita L. Sev

11 Years Ago

I am so glad I could lift your spirits. You accomplish so much with your poems - a fact that should .. read more
A wonderful use of metaphors in this creative and well written poem. If your muse is hiding - one would never know it. Your have an amazing talent. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem!

:) Julie

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

You always humble me with your kind words my friend...thank you Julie :)
Wow Steveroo - if this is something you can write without a Muse all people need to do is read a bit further down on your poetry and BAM it will slap them in the face 'cause they won't be able to tell the difference! They'll be saying 'Yo, what in the heck is this dude tawkin' 'bout?'

A huge bunch of images that actually stay with me, this is absolutely amazing! I loved it, one of your best Steveroo - stay strong dude, we're all here for you!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much bud...I'm not gonna lie, I was depressed beyond expression when I wrote this...there .. read more
sometimes love can help us hold it together, even if it is just barely, and we remain on that threshold of ruin...and the line Anne picked out made me feel that she didn't bring him all the way back from the edge, just held away from it...close.

love can have that power.

strong write.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

I'm at a point where I fear I've gone blind if I don't see that threshold of ruin on the horizon. T.. read more
The intensity and your use of metaphor shaded with light and dark creates a contrast of such abject loneliness and the tiny prick of hope. I loved so many of these lines but I found that this particular one was particularly jarring:

I am already obligated to
the grey threshold
it would -- appear
yet the parasol of your
embrace stifled my
corrosion of closure like
the blinders of a race horse

What a perfectly unique use of the word parasol. Dark and effective poem my friend.


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Were I not emotionally drained before writing this, I certainly was upon its completion, and I am ye.. read more
The image that stays with me is the rain rusted fork...

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

I like that part as well; it's definitely one of the cornerstone images. Thank you Angel.

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Added on November 20, 2013
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Tags: depression, loneliness, darkness, artificial, cynicism, resignation, erosion, mask, meltdown, Winter, embrace, nightvision

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kublakhan27
kublakhan27

Nova Scotia, Canada



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