Thursday, April 26, 2012

Chains

Penciled words...
trembling letters 
Flowing from a heart that once loved 
Petals of skin quivering 
memories
 Of us
Heart, mind, body soul... 
Captured Sweet torment ...
when you turned... 
Walked away ... 
Pictures before my heart in her gown of flowing waves... 
Tore hope from my grasp... 
Might have been ... 
You didn't stay 
Now your back Stilted words leave emotional Questions train wrecking my mind
 ears hearing "I love you"
echos from Long ago... 
 Chains my being...
Never letting go. 
GEL 4/2012
KIW

2 comments:

  1. Admired Always

    I muse of you
    now and then
    wonder how you are
    still scarred ?
    or has life licked your wounds
    I see your pictures
    here and there
    smiling wide
    do you smile inside
    or does old agony
    rear its head
    when finally,
    you thought it gone
    So good to see you write
    do you still wake in the night
    your words awhirl
    like honey they drip from my tongue
    when I read your pain aloud
    but not so loud
    others hear
    perhaps we never really mend
    there is no end
    when we give our love
    never returned
    when spurned
    do we ever learn ?
    where is Love now
    still cherished ?
    treasured in some heart
    his special place ?
    or cast aside
    without a trace
    I know your heart
    all that you feel
    was it real
    your love - or less
    than you imagined it to be
    write – write – write
    my green eyed dream
    your words enthrall
    with such ease
    your cathartic breeze
    pleases me
    incredibly

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  2. ~ Drought ~


    for once, I know not what to say
    the spring has sprung a leak I fear
    I’ve wracked my brain but there’s no way
    for once, I know not what to say
    I had suspicions there’d come this day
    no crowing from this chanticleer
    for once, I know not what to say
    the spring has sprung a leak I fear


    I’ve looked back on my poems of old
    perchance to find some glimmering
    perhaps some tale to be retold
    I’ve looked back on my poems of old
    some oblique thought I can remold
    there’s nothing...NOTHING...simmering
    I’ve looked back on my poems of old
    perchance to find some glimmering


    from desert sere a thought of you
    your scent upon sirocco borne
    your smiling face comes into view
    from desert sere a thought of you
    inspires my words to flow anew
    my Desert Rose devoid of thorns
    from desert sere a thought of you
    your scent upon sirocco borne


    no longer parched - my words overflow
    my hymn to you is on my lips
    I write for you – pay what I owe
    no longer parched - my words overflow
    your whisper like soft falling snow
    sparks fly from my fingertips
    no longer parched - the words overflow
    my hymn to you is on my lips

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