Open Poetry #48 |
Remembering. |
RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
These hands have worn victories over your body-- to think I knew the delicate skin from each encounter; hauntingly now it amasses my memories, and back came the thoughts of old—so cliche yet no words can speak it any differently. But your mind is a differing flavour—full of secrets that shall not see the light of day’ confessions only in the silence of your eyes; i’ll smother you with the famish that has come of me’ breaking bread before your red palate’ before pulling away. What can I say that has not already be read in the pages of another mans labours of love’ and a foolish womans heart that overpowers the stains of pride-- be it not this evil that has arisen in just men, but of both sexes! But wasted on the few that do not beguile its wreath’ trembling I know I must overcome the passion of my lover’ no longer my lover, but the mind keeps fancy to such—nothing shall drain my desire but my own thoughts’ but awash I am of thoughts like rushing water through a hole I wait the drips to take their tide and go—courageously I await to be plucked from my drowning’ and forced to confront that which holds its shadow naked upon me’ whispers, not my own, nor you’ but past. Ready my arms—for I have seen this day’ my heart a breast, upon the scenes of old-- aware of only you’ when once I see the passage of our lies; deceit, the flickering flame How does one so young love one so aged-- a differences of mind’ for forgive me yet yours is still flowing the stream but I further down the river look back, yet cannot help’ for it is a path alone. Alas, I tremble—calm as the blossoming courageously plucked from the safety of my inner world; engaged in the wonderment, Sail for the sea is sorrow; wail and my heart has spoken-- these words known only by me, and said wrong in another mind how do you know heartache like I? where feelings drain from my entire being... flowing like sand from my grasp, memories clinging on, a raw scratch upon the skin’ washed off with pain, your tender mark lingering upon my flesh’ and how am I to know? How am I to care? Where now is my hope? There, I left it all with you. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
The emotions you write of are so intense, and the missing so real! Very nicely done, I felt every word!!! |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
WOW! Very intense feelings spilling from a broken heart. Well done! Kat >^..^< |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
A fine flow of words and thoughts...James |
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