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.

0 thoughts on “Night at the Opera

  1. 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!

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