Night at the Opera
Night at the Opera
by Genie
Looks like someone painted
picasso on your arm;
the scalpel is still warm with the
unintended oh-so bittersweet
ideals of your innocence.
Call me a liar,
call your lawyer
lying there is the best you’ve got.
Nothing matters but the
oh-so bittersweet serenity of
being young.
Dorian Gray would be proud,
with you now.
Don’t you worry please…
the scars will heal and fade,
just like the bed you made.
Genie_the_girllequin @ June 17, 2009
Very captivating poem with innocence and youth {and peace} being main themes. Allusions to painters (picasso) and paintings (Dorian Gray [Oscar Wilde gothic horror lit]) turn the visual cogs in my head.
Word choice precise: “the scalpel is still warm with the unintended oh-so bittersweet ideals of your innocence.”
Emphasis especially given to ‘oh-so bittersweet’ as it is used again a couple sentences later. I probably would choose a synonym. I don’t know, it may grow on me. Sometimes repetition of this sort is powerful:
“Nothing matters but the oh-so bittersweet serenity of being young.” Lots of introspective/thought provoking lines in this poem…ending particularly.
Thx Genie the girllequin!
ooo thx. I did the “oh-so-bittersweet” purposly. but if it is irritating…then sorry??
No, not at all. Go with it.