Sunday, November 27, 2011

The Rubaiyat of Dorian Gray


Snuggled in the corners where lights never creep,
Cradled with roofs that utter not a peep,
I shovel through the mire I have piled
And ledger in pain the corpses I keep.


10 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

Enjoyed this, Abin!

peaceroad said...

wow. nicely chosen words and tied together.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Very chilling! This could be the start of a longer tale..

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow, this is terrific and makes me want more stanzas!

Other Mary said...

Eek! This little piece is so well worded, good one.

hedgewitch said...

Doing th soul's bookkeeping can be rough work.I agree this would be a fine beginning to a longer poem, but it also works this way.

Mary said...

Wow! Terrific write!

Mary Ann Potter said...

Wonderful! I love the use of the word "ledger" as a verb here.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

That was fun! :-D

Isadora Gruye said...

and what transpires in the corners never peeped compells us all to wonder. The fact that you have left the significant details to the imagination shows the trademark of a real poet who knows how to bring his audience to a moment without talking through the whole thing. great job.

viva la