Thursday, July 29, 2010


death worn
out to play dark
games with stark white faces
lips, blackened with coal sticks, cursing


  1. The contrast of colors is impressive.

    I'm not sure if I understand the meaning of the title in the context of your poem.


  2. Hi Chen-ou,
    "Gothic" and "Goth" are terms for a subculture that developed as far back as the 80's . It encompasses fashion and music. Brian brought it up during my "Fashions" poem, and it inspired this. Unfortunately, I updated my blog and lost all previous comments! I'm heartbroken, but you and Brian have given enough encouragement over previous months that I will remember the essence. It's things like response poems that I grieve, yet like dreams, we aren't meant to keep everything... Thank you so much for taking time to read my attempts at poetry, and for your loving encouragement. ~Kay

  3. Great depiction of these youngsters. It's all play for them today but what will they wear when they really need to domesticate the darkness? That's the day they will dress themselves in your true poems and stop posing.

    I hope you can let the loss of your "Comments" become a lesson in detachment. In the end it's singing the one poem to the cosmos. All of it and none of it belongs to us. I once stood beneath the doorway to the guest house of a Trappist abbey where the words "God Alone" were engraved in stone. Today I would inscribe above my own door "The Moment Alone".

    Take comfort in knowing that Chen-ou and I will fill-up your new Comments feature in no time! ;-)


  4. Thank you, Brian. It is all one big poem, isn't it? I like what you said, "none of it belongs to us." With that, I sign peace in the air. :o) ~Kay

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  6. Kay,

    Sorry for your loss of comments.

    "It is all one big poem, isn't it?"

    Shelley speculated that poets of all ages contributed to one Great Poem perpetually in progress.

    Harold Bloom, The Anxiety of Influence.

    "I once stood beneath the doorway to the guest house of a Trappist abbey where the words "God Alone" were engraved in stone."

    "Alone in God my soul waits, silent. My help is from Him. Alone in God rest, my soul, in silence. My hope is from Him. He alone is my rock, my safety; I shall not be shaken." (Psalm 62, V2)


  7. Chen-ou,

    Thank you. The perfect Bible verse for the occasion.