is it her name
you cry in
silent screams
in your lifeless dreams
her scent
that gives you flight
on crimson wings in the night
is it her laughter
that fills the bottomless hole
dug deep within your poor lost soul
you cry in
silent screams
in your lifeless dreams
her scent
that gives you flight
on crimson wings in the night
is it her laughter
that fills the bottomless hole
dug deep within your poor lost soul
her flesh
that burns now your own
through layered shreds of crystal bone
is it her soul
that wraps you gently in the bleak black blue
left behind by an anguished adieu
her spirit
that holds in love the charred remains
of life’s last embers within your veins
is it
is it hers
or
is
it
mine
that burns now your own
through layered shreds of crystal bone
is it her soul
that wraps you gently in the bleak black blue
left behind by an anguished adieu
her spirit
that holds in love the charred remains
of life’s last embers within your veins
is it
is it hers
or
is
it
mine
~
10 comments:
Wow, this is so unique and powerful... I'd say its her soul
i much like the image of a scent giving flight and laughter that fills the bottomless hole...i always think that laughter has power to heal..
thank you so very much poetic soul - wonderful to have you come by and leave such kind words - please come again soon!
hmmm...yes, there is this thing about scent isn't there - and the feelings it evokes and how it remains forever a part of us because it was a part of him - no doubt the healing power of laughter - healing but not forgetting perhaps - so glad you came over and i hope you'll be back soon!
Mysterious and beautifully said and a shocking finish, in a way...! I love all the imagery in this poem. And I love the line about "scent".
oh, hello, sweet lady! i was literally just thinking of you! tomorrow is my birthday and i'm having a little virtual get together - so i do hope you can make it! but i was thinking how great it would be to have a celebration in the land of reality - something akin to the magnificent birthday celebration you recently had! ;) and i come here to find you having just come by! thank you! have a great remainder of the evening!
When you read books about writing, one thing that stands out is engaging the senses fro the first paragraph. You so do this in spades, Gypsy. Every sense, engaged, ALIVE!
oh, wow! what words, trish! thank you! and so very special from you - but, that's what you do, too, with your writing! i mean, you have me crazy about a fictional woman whom i swear i was in another life! how's that for engaging? ;)
but i thank you and am humbled by your words!
and the thing is, trish, this is a rhetorical question here - is it hers - or is it mine - i know the answer - how sad is that? it might not be as sad if it were hers -
one of my absolute most favorite birthday gifts is this poem put to music by a beautifully gifted young woman, a dear friend, kate, here in blogland - please be sure and hear her magical version here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B842wMK8dk4
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