Adoring clopping of feet
Razzmatazz music plays
Through a thorny pathway
Markers- left unattended
It was a somber procession
All my memories in full tow
One after the other, slow-ly
Stepping like dead heartbeats
Across a barren heartscape
Leaving scarred fractures
Like spiderwebs, haunting
And their sound, echo-less
I’ve yet to toss my handful
Of dearth, in final acceptance
Our love had finally passed
But you always knew it would
Long before you fleeting on
Neglected: truth I must profess
You never came for its wake
Don’t worry, few did anyways
Never offering one last kiss
Your last, still ghostly enough
Nor sent a flower arrangement
In stillness, our love missed…you
Poet of the Light © 2019
What kind of music is razzmatazz?
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Closest answer would be:
noisy, showy, and exciting activity and display designed to attract and impress.
“myth, legend, and razzle-dazzle all rolled into one show”
Like a New Orleans funeral.
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Ah, front line.
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This makes me feel sad.. great writing!
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Thank you.
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Your welcome.
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Drops off a black rose mid sniffle.
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Hello my list friend. Yes, black roses fit well, thank you.
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Poignant!
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Thank you.!
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