A howl for moons
of fluorescent dusk
and a dead tree
made of white
and dawning in starless tonights.
Her eyes hang from branches,
a stray in dreams
of a blind wolf;
she kisses hollow eyes,
to inspire a paroxysm of love and sorrow.
And so her heart breathes
upon my own, exposed,
cold and to decompose,
but no needle and thread;
a museum of our memories
to mask? I'd rather be dead.
I stand within my shadow,
her fingers trace words
I've heard from the mouth of time;
on spinning dimes
we dance and chase moonlight,
for delirious delight ...
Winter brings white
a darkness of repose
we freeze in pale rose
upon a dream of no theme ...
You are the edge of my world,
in shades of colourless death;
I'll paint words on the moon
just to experience your butterfly breath.
For my dark and wintry dream, Sabrina.
Yeah, I can turn even a love poem about you into something that sounds slightly depressing ..... you still love me though, right?
I like some parts, but I also dislike some parts. I am not sure what I think about this one. It is emotionally powerful. Though I truly don't like your rhyming during this poem.
I was amazed by second and third stanza. In my opinion, other parts of the poem are good, but not on breathtaking level.
Well, now you've certainly captured my interest, and memory.
I thank you for your respectable comment on my poem, so I'll respect your wishes and not write a stupid comment like "Ohh i just loove this poem! what imagery!" :p
Because, its so much more than that.
This is the first poem of yours I've read yet, and I'm already anticipating more. Since I saw a wolf as your profile picture- If you wish, you can read more of mine that have to do with wolves or wild nights, I have many.
But yes, Dark yet delightful, this is a poem to be proud of.