Come to me, o' mistress of darkness,
my limbs ache for the love you sell.
On bright sunny days
when the weather is so warm
you feel like running in the fields,
when something takes over you
and you sit and watch life pass by,
ignoring the stiffness in your throat
you concentrate on making the grass greener.
When you flap your wings
in distant midnight dreams
when the passion of makeshift love,
is too strong, you forget yourself.
And do you return late at night
to find your home soulless?
Is that why you seek refuge
in a house of love.
What frightens you?
Is it the empty rooms, the dusty photoframe,
or the speckled mirror
that someone so thoughtfully placed
infront of the door.
Do you find yourself torn between
night and day?
Are you midnight my love,
standing on the edge of time,
too afraid to place a foot on either side.
Author notes
Written November 4th, 2005
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thanks for the comment...but i wrote whatever i felt...
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The last stanza is lovely. I liked the rest of the poem, but read only the last three lines over and over again. Don't use an image as cliched as that of a dusty photoframe- it spoils the effect.
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Rick,
Another great piece by you!! I really liked this poem, one of the major reasons being that nowadays I am reading and writing more of dark love poetry. You have done a great job - beautifully written, and very well composed. It would be a good idea to include author notes on this work, since there may be multiple interpretations to this one, and I am sure everybody wants to know the poet's interpretation.
Keep Writing
Ankita. -
Quite creative piece you have penned here. Interesting the question you ask at the end - liked the form and flow too. Vivid images throughout.
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thank you porchi...i'm glad you liked it...
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WOW..this is lovely..great imagination Raunak..The flow is just too good..I am so happy that I am the first one to comment on it..This is a nice write..Maybe you can submit it for some contest..Good luck!
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