I ask the muse to hold my hand
Ive never seen a river of bridges
Bespeckeled in jewels of the moon
Sailing crestfallen floating crimson tides
Voyaged of the sanguined dispositions
Deposited on harliquined kisses
Shoulder in on the cusp of a wave
If a dream could have its time before and again
Do you think it would choose this tomorrow
Resting on the unspoken laurels of a reddened yesterday
I feel in the wishes what belongs in the stars and the moon
Spoken in colours of destiny and believe there is no other to choose
If summers could hold a hand and cherish these things that lead unto
Don't take the time to believe that futures spin haphazardly into crystal
And walk into the shadows as one burnt onto a new stream soaked in a glisten
Its at this time you don't have to be alone
Into the inconsequential
A single tear is born
Glance into the refraction that serves as a mirror
Crestfallen a soul carries the feathers deposited by those who flew before
Now walk remorseful among those of the with eyes unseeing
Whose feet cradle the shit in vanity rested on the chin
Is this a need that makes questions better
Or an excuse left hanging on a window
Wrapped in sheets of velvet smoothed of the creases of a life
Lived in the sounds of a cacophony of sorries and blame
I loved all your cares
I lived all your sounds
Simple things tattoo’d on the palms of a hand
We kissed the razors edge
Wished the moon and stars
Goodbye sung on the wings of a butterflies peace of change
Is this the most beautiful suicide?
8 comments:
I just wrote a huge review for this piece...and I don't think it sent so in light of that...I shall respond again but briefer...darn it!
I always find in poetry, there are images that stick out, of course, the whole is important but these lines -
"I loved all your cares
I lived all your sounds"
Wrench me!
The most beautiful suicide?
Being able to know the days haven't dragged on without evolving of the soul, knowing we have balanced it the best we can, balanced the art of metaphor and its briiliance at conveying our dreams, gained or lost. Balanced the dancing with the devil in a red dress and ironically smiling.
Knowing shards of the self have been pieced back together for it is only the sufferer that can do so. Knowing that dreams of tomorrow are but a pinnacle of today's regrets and resignation, with or without sadness.
Your words find peace amidst the chaos, a chance to be and to rest, they have reached across the stagnant pond and moved a flower, all the way in the UK xoxo
very moving, glittering use of words and images, wonderfully sensitively crafted without a hint of morbidity which is exquisite for a poem with such a title.
A dark gripping write, full of tattoo'd images and tears. Your title is very intriguing too ~ May have to read this again as my mind is on a holiday and carefree mood today ~
Wishing you Happy Monday ~
So many beautiful words to wrap the thoughts around in this poem, and it comes with a potent message.
You were definitely inspired when you composed this piece. One can feel the immediacy of your words to your own emotions. Embrace that, because it is at the root of all good poetry.
This is the sort of poem I find difficult to comment on, because it goes so deep, in so many directions. There is some exquisite language in it--I've read the second stanza out of pure pleasure twice--but the mood is a difficult one for me to penetrate--a lot of questions here interwoven with the emotions and the tale being told. I liked it very much, as I've liked all these poems you've started with a reference to the muse.
This could be the synopsis piece for a themed book of poems. Lots going on here, in terms of message and diction and imagery.
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2012/05/21/take-action/
Powerful, intense, lots to sink my teeth into!
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