I was looking at the meadow
With absent mind,
A book in my hand.
“write no more of Love”, she said,
Taking the book, and ripping the page.
“why are your eyes still dry
after all this time”,
and threw it back at me,
“Look what it has done to you”
Hearts on fire
Hearts aflame.
All of this forbidden.
It bounced against the tree
landed in the leaves,
And was misunderstood.
The sun was still high, I swear,
Maybe it was her after all,
Now the pale eyes merge,
And carousel like ringing tones,
Makeshift places in the heart.
A heart, my heart.
Any heart,
Carved lines upon the tree,
Growing over, thick and worn
Bent and still,
These bones.
“Who’s there?”, she whispers,
Mockingly,
A wind whipping the leaves.
These bones, rattling, and tossed,
And Venus rolled,
Upon the leaves
Cruel sheer wrap dripping wet,
Just as Tiresias described,
Coldly long ago,
Blind eyes on me,
He said, “Remember, in the Fall”.
And I replied, “It’s what I want.”
Brushes the hair from her eyes,
Turns to go, the sun is not so high,
but hot.
And bright like Gold.
And bright like white.
Sighs I cannot hold,
Toss the bones.
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Written August 14th, 2003
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Deep...
This seemed to have so much more to say, so many unexplored (or perhaps unrevealed is a better term) layers. You know how to really involve your reader - by dangling bits and pieces in front of them, but leaving a great deal unspoken. I like that. It shows a "mastery of the English language", a vast knowledge of literature, and more importantly, a greater understanding of human nature. So much talent!!!
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Seems like that to me too - another story just waiting to be told, this one well written and easy to read - more to it than obvious.
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I have this bookmarked.
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Stunningly beautiful! I love it! Especially this:
"All of this forbidden."
But forbidden things are the sweetest!
Great write!
!~YS4e ~!
Scarlett -
'They echoed once,
her name in my ears,
her voice in my breath
her eyes blinding mine
her touch sacrificing skin:
I will never be alone.'
This has me thinking!
Damn you!
Jules. -
why is it we ache for what we can not have? ~~~Val
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A very well thought out and penned poem. It makes you stop and wonder where this is going. I found myself looking forward to the next line until the very end. Nicely done. Irene
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