Dirty Pretty Thing

The late August sun creeps up the porch
Another dusk arrives melting among fallen leaves
The sunset kisses her feet
As her soul cradles in her wilting rocking chair
The dust of old memories faintly sparkles in the flood of the bleeding autumn
Smothered in green spring vines
Stained by summer rains
Rotted by faded winter snow
Her hands gripping a withered photo
Rich in ghostly ashen folds
Sparked by nights draped to her bosom
In brokenhearted arms
A silhouette of a son
Lost forever beneath cascading mud and exploding shells
"My poor little angel
My dirty pretty thing"




Poetry by Shas Ramlogan
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Written on 2006-05-03 at 03:02

Tags Love  Loss  War 

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Troll
a snapshot in time... heartbreaking and a little too real. the bleeding autumn, yes. powerful writing here.
2006-07-27


Teala
Wow, the imagery on this is amazing..great job!
2006-06-02


Malin Johansson
A very deep and very described poem, I ejoyed reading it, you caught my eye with this piece of poetry....
Rgds
2006-05-31


Zoya Zaidi
This is so fulL of pathos and the reality of life, that only those who have suffered can realise and understand. It sounds like a news item when you read in a news paperS, but when someone narrates his or her own reality, it is so poignant, it bleeds...
**Hugs Shas for sharing***
LOVE, XXX, Zoya
2006-05-17


Hamzah Khan
haay
your good
let me refraze that
you amazing.
nice poem
2006-05-06


Sofia
O my god, it's so beautiful! You are a real genius whit the words, I think it's a favorite! ;) So, so, breath taking!
2006-05-06


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
This breaks my heart so. Your ability to bring to life events that are so moving in this medium is outstanding. Truly an artist. kathy
2006-05-04


PoeticProcrastination
This is beautiful, Shas...sad and aching and full of wonderful images:

"The dust of old memories faintly sparkles in the flood of the bleeding autumn
Smothered in green spring vines
Stained by summer rains
Rotted by faded winter snow
Her hands gripping a withered photo
Rich in ghostly ashen folds"

Lovely.
2006-05-03


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hey Dude

this is so good well done powerful images
and the rythm of the poem is so good rgds mike
2006-05-03


Mischa Ash Brookes
this is absolutely the most beautiful poem i have ever read. it feels so sorrowful. the imagery in this poem is breathtaking. i love it.
2006-05-03