Speaking of Love

by nouriguess   Aug 26, 2012


Your love to me had always
been a splinter of
wood stuck in my fingertip,

a melody never composed
and the shape of a dying
pigeon, a Christmas tree
adorned with snow, smelling
of snow ..

... buried in snow and
shivering;
a sad night
in which I remember
that Santa Claus never existed.

Your love to me had always
been a war, a handful of
gun powder and an
olive tree,

a burnt coast stretching
her palms for a cup of water, a
sweaty sun, a lonely
cygnet and surrender...

a metaphor that became
unaware of its gender.

Your love to me
was perhaps too dark to
be enlightened back by
mine, father.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Blissful

    I was not expecting that ending! I thought you were referring to a lover throughout the poem but I love how you ended it! Your metaphors and descriptions here were out of this world! I seem to be using a lot of exclamation points but it's because this poem has me screaming, "wow this is so good!" I could just feel the pain behind your words because you were so honest with your emotions...that is difficult to do because it cuts you open and sets it out for the world to see.

    "a melody never composed
    and the shape of a dying
    pigeon,"
    ^What a sad scene...These three lines in itself made the poem flawless for me. Well done!

  • 11 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    Wow "a metaphor that became
    unaware of its gender."

    Wow.. Wow

    <3

  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    So much pain in this, as a poem the imagery is awesome, as a poet you are truly gifted. I look forward to reading more of your poetry and i am adding you to my favourites. Great piece, i know you have suffered a world of pain, i just thank you for having the strength to put it into words to share with us, we are all behind you.

  • 11 years ago

    by Decayed

    I read this 4 times; it's like I'm addicted to this piece, this beautiful, outrageous piece... the vibes your tone, figurative language, and punctuation are immense.

    A tidal wave of sadness and pain.
    Such an awesome piece.

  • 11 years ago

    by average thoughts

    Evry single metaphor touched my hrt wid d pain inside u..
    A splinter of woodstuck in my fingertip.

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