My Heart Is Gold, My Hands Are Cold

by Odimer   Aug 25, 2017


My heart is filled with tiredness
like a silk canvas.
With each kiss like the hourglass
his love leads me to exile.
And, lo, all that remains
a single drop of gold conducting a choir of ghosts.

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  • 1 month ago

    by Meena Krish

    Judging Comment

    A haunting write, though short there is tinge of sadness
    as well as passion but in a very blue way. From start to end every
    line is so descriptive and moving and it also brings an image of a harp
    to my mind. Like a golden harp which waits for those fingers to touch
    her strings, it does and then she has to wait for a very long
    time…

    The title itself beckons the reader to come in and read this piece
    and it has that medieval atmosphere…beautifully sad and
    haunting.

  • 3 months ago

    by Em

    This is so beautifully done yet in my humble opinion emotional and raw

  • 3 months ago

    by Sherry Caayupan

    Hi! You have a brief yet meaningful piece here. I liked it! Pls comment on my works too if you like...have a nice day. :)

  • 3 months ago

    by Brenda

    Fascinating write, gave me a lot of visuals to think about. Well done-

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