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    Tattered White Dress: The Collected Works of K. Landry
    Tattered White Dress: The Collected Works of K. Landry
    Tattered White Dress: The Collected Works of K. Landry
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    Tattered White Dress: The Collected Works of K. Landry

    By K. Landry

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    A haunting, emotional collection of poems complete with imagery to bring the reader straight into the setting of each poem ranging from both structured to freeform poetry.
    These poems all have a sense of despair- cloaked in heartache and bathed in misery. The majority of the collection are viewed in my eyes and wrapped in metaphors so deep that it would take quite a poetic mind indeed to uncover the message lying bare beneath.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateDec 18, 2013
    ISBN9781493147892
    Tattered White Dress: The Collected Works of K. Landry
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    K. Landry

    I was born and raised in Louisiana, where I currently reside. I am a completely self-taught writer. I specialize in poetry, but I am also an essayist. My respect for other writers is boundless, for I all too well know what it takes to put your soul on paper.

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      Tattered White Dress - K. Landry

      Copyright © 2013 by K. Landry.

      ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4931-4788-5

                      eBook            978-1-4931-4789-2

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      Rev. date: 12/02/2013

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      Contents

      Tattered White Dress

      Interim

      The Red Door

      Unrequited

      The Gilded Masque

      Canvas

      Hokum

      Stages

      Flotsam

      Macabre

      Every Now and Then

      Tempt Me Not, Satan

      The Ballerina

      The Pianist

      The Lonely Romantic

      The Voyeur

      Acknowledgements

      To Madilynn and Liam

      Tattered White Dress

      If all of this was a dream I could possibly find comfort.

      Against these odds.

      These winding paths filled with deceit.

      The looming unknown that lies ahead, so bittersweet.

      Contesting for my fear.

      Macabre visions are ensnaring my conscience,

      Pushing me forward.

      Trying to lure me into this

      Labyrinth of loathing and hate and twisted fate.

      Progress is not an option.

      Such an engulfing maze,

      That for an eternity it seems I have been crawling and walking and running,

      Only to find the endless disappointment of another dead end.

      Faith has forsaken me so.

      There is no daylight to save me.

      No waiting for daybreak.

      No praying for hope.

      I can never leave this wretched place.

      Nothing but screaming silence

      Between the gusts of violent wind,

      Turning my strands of hair into

      Whips lashing across my face and

      Tethering and tearing this tattered white dress.

      This tattered white dress that I strived to keep so immaculate, so pure, so flawless,

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