The camera captures only a caricature of my cursed condition:
Forced facades framed and frozen forever,
Secrets and stories shrouded by senseless smiles,
And empty, expressionless eyes eternally engineered into existence.
Perhaps these prints provide only a porcelain type of permanence.
Like delicate and dainty dolls, they demand my dearest deliberation
Or else they will rebel and rot away from my reality.
I found them folded, faded and forgotten;
Though the tricky tides of time had tampered with the tangible
My mind and its memories were marred with mold as well.
Where the glorified ghosts had once gathered they are now gone.
Just as words are wanderers when waged in whispers
These frames had failed to find their forgers in my feelings.
Where had once been love and loss and lament
I now see only strangers and shadows.
This world is a worthless wasteland
If I cannot compartmentalize my confused consciousness
To pursue a phony and prosthetic purpose
Then that is just a terrible and terrific tragedy:
A curse.
To fail to create the illusion
That there is meaning in the universe;
Where photographs are an empty delusion
To give cause to the live we choose to traverse.
The form of this poem is inspired by the poem Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. I decided to try inter-line alliteration, which is much harder than I thought it would be.
Photo from Unsplash
Very nicely done!
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Thank you! This was my first time attempting this style of poetry, and I rather like how it turned out.
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It was wonderful Kat!!!
Keep doing what you do, please!!
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Love the alliteration!
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Thank you!!
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I cannot put words to describe how lovely this poem is.
I think that words are also like photographs. They freeze time, no matter if it is not about them or there life it still seems to explain the person they were.
It’s excellent!
And what a lovely poem Kat xx
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Thank you so much for your kind words. I agree with you that words are like photographs. They capture specific moments in time and serve as memories to look back on. Like photographs, writing can say a lot about the person who wrote it, maybe not the physical characteristics of the author, but the emotional traits, which I think is much more important.
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Yes, it is ever important. You are very welcome! I think we should maybe expand on this in a collaboration some time.
Thank you very much for replying and expanding on it!
Have a wonderful week!
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Yes! We should definitely do a collaboration. I’m looking forward to it. I think we both have some very good ideas to share with each other.
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Email me! I will be blogging tomorrow x
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Yes, of course I will. I am just very busy with schoolwork this week. I will try to find time soon.
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That is fine, I am just on my holiday which is relieving. Talk to me whenever you’re ready or I will come to you xx
Please don’t get stressed, do your schoolwork – it’s more important.
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It is a good piece Kat – it got me researching the Green Knight, and thinking too about photographs, and the way your mind works too. Well done indeed 🙂
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Thank you! Green Knight is a good poem, I recommend it.
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I really love this beautifully crafted poem! The alliterations are wonderful, like an encantation, a little magic woven in words. 😊
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Thank you so much! I also think that the alliteration makes the poem sound like an incantation, which I like a lot.
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My pleasure, Kat! Have a lovely weekend! 😊
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