Posts Tagged ‘Maggie Mae’
Turning a new leaf at 16? Isn’t it too soon?
Posted by: adonis49 on: July 27, 2020
Turning a new leaf at 16?
Isn’t it too soon?
Was the boy quick also ?
Was Death too impatient?
Do you think it is feasible to turn a new leaf in your life, unless your deficient body forces upon you an alternative world view?
Is it possible to turn a new leaf without much effort and a change in a life style?
Do we turn a new leaf before we come to grip that life is Not forever?
Maggie Mae posted this poem:
“Oh young, on the day she turns over a new leaf,
Sun-damaged veins, shriveled death
Six-feet to go, to sleep, to walk in to her dreams,
Flat-lined sex, drawn out of virgin delirium
Strawberry fields in fast decay, on the day she turns,
Sixteen nights after the drunken man is fast asleep
On the edge, on metal terror pumping through her veins
This is the one, the hidden light, night fury flies past her eyes
Everything is tight, blood crushes blood,
Through lifeless young eyelids she cries, he is too fast,
A shrivelled raisin on black top
Oh young, that night, and what it means, the night takes,
The air rips open, stealing her lungs on the day she turns.
About Maggie Mae
“I write because I must”. I am a poet of dark imagery.
I write what I feel and how I see the world at given moments.
I love connecting with other writers and seeing life through their eyes, (in words).
If you like what you find here, please check out my chapbook, Some Things Ache In The Dark.
Note: I am Not sure I comprehended that story, though I have felt it. Send me a word of how you understood this poem: various cultures have varied alternative point of view
Turning a new leaf at 16? Like dying so soon?
Posted by: adonis49 on: May 20, 2018
Turning a new leaf at 16: The boy was too quick?
Do you think it is feasible to turn a new leaf in your life, unless your deficient body forces upon you an alternative world view?
Is it possible to turn a new leaf without much effort and a change in a life style?
Do we turn a new leaf before we come to grip that life is not forever?
Maggie Mae posted this poem:
“Oh young, on the day she turns over a new leaf, sun-damaged veins, shriveled death
six-feet to go, to sleep, to walk in to her dreams, flat-lined sex, drawn out of virgin delirium
strawberry fields in fast decay, on the day she turns, sixteen nights after the drunken man is fast asleep
on the edge, on metal terror pumping through her veins
this is the one, the hidden light, night fury flies past her eyes
everything is tight blood crushes blood, through life-less young eye lids she cries, he’s too fast,
a shrivelled raisin on black top oh young, that night, and what it means, the night takes, the air rips
open, stealing her lungs on the day she turns.
About Maggie Mae
“I write because I must”. I am a poet of dark imagery.
I write what I feel and how I see the world at given moments. I love connecting with other writers and seeing life through their eyes, (in words).
If you like what you find here, please check out my chapbook, Some Things Ache In The Dark.
It is available @ http://writingknightspress.blogspot.com/2013/05/some-things-ache-in-dark-by-maggie-mae.html.
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