Untraceable

by dollwithafrown   Sep 14, 2011


The clock on the mantelpiece stopped
keeping a steady time
the minute they showed up at the door.
It was like the rain and the lightening
had fused together
to burn my soul to ashes.

I tried to count your footsteps
from the puddles that lined
the front path,
but puddles dry with ease
at the first glimmer of warmth,
and your footsteps
never were very traceable.

Your room, so flamboyant,
the sharp pink always did hurt
my eyes, but goodness would I kiss it
and embrace it,
just to see you in the background once again.

As a baby, you were a creature from
another world.
The smell of your skin and those
fine hairs that were touching on invisible
gave me the kind of comfort I did
not know was embraceable; ceasing
to exist.

(for the first time in my life,
I knew perfection had been attained.)

My bitten nails, swollen lips
like battered jelly
bring no consolation.
The clock stays still, my eyelids halt,
not wanting to blink in case one second
is missed.

We fit together, like a cauldron to
the cackle of a witch.
Please my darling,
find your way home.

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  • 12 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    A agree with noura ... such a unique write well penned x

  • 12 years ago

    by nouriguess

    I agree with my Luna that this piece is truly emotional and deserves to be on the front page, perhaps if you re-submit it, I will definitely nominate it, because it is worth it. :)

    Sad, direct and somehow full of despair. I'd add this to my favorites for sure.

    Very good work, magical!

  • 12 years ago

    by Exostosis

    And I stumble upon this piece, that is impeccable and exceptionally heart warming.

  • 12 years ago

    by Saerelune

    Had I read this earlier, then I would've nominated this for the weekly contest, and make sure it gains the attention it deserves.

    I truly love this piece, for its graspable images and its honesty. Each stanza placed me on a path to the right interpretation, but after every stanza this path began to have crooks and I found myself being surprised. It's truly admirable how these crooks seem to end into each other, as I was never distracted from the actual tone of this piece.

    This poem is alive, honest and emotional.

    Well done.

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