ashes and tears from the window

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Open Poetry #46

ashes and tears from the window

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2010-07-20 11:17 PM

I could see the ash from the window
Spiraling down from his dry lips.
His face, a statue,
Gazing his eyes onto her thin, right cheeks,
With the black of his eyes deeply intense,
So the wind soared above him.

His back was parallel to the kitchen counter,
Where his half eaten toast sat next to the dark, black coffee.
The back of his throat, dry as the morning grass,
Where the lily's raised against the sun
Like the orchids he use to pass.

His arms tired like the leaves of autumn,
Standing for hours, waiting,
Pouring his thoughts onto a distant mile of boutiques and shops
That never knew his name, but invited him in for a warm drink
A warm hello, but it just wasn't the same.

His face hadn't slept for days,
His scruff beard reminded him of a man in pain,
A man of shame,
Where the mirror had two faces but couldn't remember a damn thing.

He kept waiting, just a little bit longer,
Just as the nights kept getting colder,
The thought of her next to his window
Was enough for his eyes to sit hollow

Sit like a morning train to
Another morning, come and gone,
His tears wept for a woman; his no longer.

[This message has been edited by Tomer (07-21-2010 09:21 AM).]

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

1 posted 2010-07-21 09:29 AM

very descriptive piece

and sometimes i feel the same way

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

2 posted 2010-07-22 01:24 PM

Thanks, Passing. Hope you're doing ok. Take care

Tomer

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