Mumbling laconic dissertations to creeping moss
I begin to realize that your absence
has nearly left me speechless.
Staring off with vacant lobes of denial
I notice your name written in Caruso calligraphy
within these cold rock-rings of ashes
where numbed,
I sat for days, chipmunk-like,
empty cheeked.
The day that you left,
under a torn, blue rippled sky
two eagles aloft
screamed their vows of love,
locked talons and spiralled
out of sight into an infinity of hope..
All the while your nipples hardened,
stretched the milky shade of your skins fabric,
your face became a suggestion of supplication
as if your breasts could bear all the weight
of humanities miserable yawning mouth.
I hear whispers in the silent pines
of these coffin shaped woods
that tell of sad miracles surfacing
in your wake and remember
Rwanda's sad discovery that
There was no machete
like the truth..
..when truly they meant
machete's don't lie.
Author notes
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Who thought an original poem for the lovelorn could still be writen? One would think it has all been said!
"where numbed,
I sat for days, chipmunk-like,
empty cheeked..."
Talk about feelin' small!
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I thought iburied bad grammer but she keeps orchestratin bach into my writes.
Ty for the first. I was pleasantly surprised considering the quality of the other poems. -
Congratulations G. You always weave one helluva mind bender hoss. I dont quite grasp all of the references but intriquing for certain.
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Yes...
Correct a couple of grammatical errors and who knows...?
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