Tulle, Taffeta and Lace

Crying in a graveyard after dark
in a spider web of taffeta, tulle and lace.
searching for an answer that
gravestones won't reveal.

Eighteen years and one half summer
She strives to find the answer
Lipstick lies, suggestive hips
So deep she can't uncover.

Dim lights and rock music
long, lacy mitts that stretched
like lonely widow peaks,
old before her years.

Smoke and dancing, patter
chatter, it really doesn't matter
the thud of base guitars and
tuneless souls that jar.

She rests on a tombstone
knowing ghosts don't fly,
its only just past midnight
but she knows she can't belong.

Crying though the alcohol
consumed by hidden grief
crying in a graveyard with her
back against the stone.

Tomorrow in the morning
filtered coffee and red eyes,
she'll pack away last night
tulle, taffeta and lace.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-02-08 at 17:24

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This site receives a lot of teen angst poetry. "Our love is over. It's the end of the world." Your final stanza nicely points out what we learn as we get older: the world actually doesn't end.
2014-02-10


Ivan R
Like the former commentator, this poem is real free form, still based in on a theme, wich is the " she " and that what she experiences, this poem is remarkable, and a joy to the reader. With this piece you set the bar on this page. Really.
Truly great.
2014-02-09


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
I read so many elements in the theme of this piece.
There is something both free form like jazz
and at the same time purposefully and
masterfully controlled in your literary expression.
2014-02-09