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The Telltale Tattletale

Contributed by EternitysLyre on Monday, 20th August 2007 @ 03:42:22 AM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems




~For her, who surely dons her airs, amidst façade beyond compare.

“I’ll just borrow it, really,” the selfsame spiel that sold the emperor’s clothes,
“They’ll catch me sooner or later, so it’s okay, right?”
(Because it wasn’t stealing,
Because, somehow, somehow, that made it)
“Okay.”

A phoenix blazes through the skies, not because its feathers prized the gold within the sun—
Though plume and luminescence share the selfsame, iridescent flair, two flames persist, not one.



The single lone mistake it made, the angling aspirator did,
It tried to hide behind parades, to march along as if so bid;
It knew of naught for accolades, nor knew the weight it could not rid
To steal another’s drummer’s shades, to steal the can and force the lid
It stumbled, tumbled, could not fade, and midst the borrowed crowd it hid.

The sparrow spied her soaring true, such blazing gold against the blue,
And splitting sky with flame in two, as Phoenixes are oft to do,
And mesmerized, her thoughts ague, she dreamed that she might do it too,
To rear the sky like dawn in bloom, to tint the clouds aflame in hue,
And thus a quest began anew, just like wings of wax once flew.

It sought the spark that spurred the flames, the mystic glint that banished rains;
It saw, it thought that radiance came from what was seen, from what was gained;
It taught itself, deceived, and blamed, the world for what it ne’er obtained
And so it fought like souls for names, perceiving not that words wield pain,
And so, with naught to know but fame, it chased the phoenix through the plains.

And where it rested, where night fell, there began the siren’s spell;
A hymn of haste, of wishing wells, when, wishes granted, egos swell--
Of those who forgot wisdom’s knell, as that which blazes does not tell
The truth which every question quells, the blow that drives the chimes of bells:
The things that burn eternal dwell, in not just sun, but also hell.

At first but one was all it asked, a single gift with which it dreamed
The flair to bear, like sunshine-basked effluent wines like summer streams.
And freely ‘pon the phoenix tasked to claim the proudest plume that it would deem
The crowning jewel to make its mask, the mark to make its splendor seem
As one with its so purloined cask, though content volume makes, not schemes.

And so it flew, and ‘lo, the skies, so truly like the dawn did rise
To meet her flight for gazing eyes, to win the golden rays it prized
And felt the heat, as if so wise as to discern from truth disguise,
And soared—and soared—through gasps and sighs, though beauty only birthed demise,
And turned, seduced by conceit’s lies, like spellbound moth to fire’s vise.

And more, and more, and more! It wailed, ‘till sun and phoenix doubly failed
To bare a brighter glory, veil, that captivates the light and sails
Across the day from rail to rail, to be one chased to no avail;
It took and took, and took, assailed, the feathers of the phoenix tail,
Because it too, so right, so hale, should have the right to touch the grail.

When finally the phoenix woke, and turned, and gasped, and knew, and spoke--
In pain, in fear, in anger, choked, though naught would leave its luster broke,
It tore to clouds in slivered cloak, though rays would only further stoke
To leave the fool whose wanton stroke, would soon enough reveal its yoke
Like ragged throats make all toads croak, crests of flame will always smoke.

And when it thought it had it all, when sparrow truly felt the wall
Of normalcy, which once stood tall, was far beneath its wings, through gall,
The clock began its deadly shawl, for flame is every sunbeam’s pall
And thus the heat it once thought small, began to seethe as though enthralled
And thus two things began to fall: the clouds above, and curtain call.

The Phoenix, all its anger shorn, began the rites through which it earned
Or rather once again adorned, the golden wings and blazing stern,
While she who briefly once had worn, the emblem blessed for which she yearned
Consumed herself in flame and scorn, and sunlight fled from flesh flame spurned
And when the phoenix was reborn, the speckled sparrow simply burned.

To all ye men and souls who yearn, to all ye whispers, dreamers, learn
The truth which hails, which wise discern, that praise and gold and glory’s earned,
And should ye try but once to turn, another’s praise to your concern,
Know that of the souls so stern, so strong to seek from flames adjourn
(Though)
To ashes all who try are burned, from ashes only one returns.




Copyright © EternitysLyre ... [ 2007-08-20 03:42:22]
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Re: The Telltale Tattletale (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Monday, 20th August 2007 @ 11:04:41 AM AEST
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Wonderful.

I don't quite know what else to say about this; it's spectacular.

And extremely approppriate.

Well done, JJ.

*hugs*
Phil xxx




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