Bonds

by Karla   Feb 25, 2016


We both know what
the black stars hide:
our brainless fears,
our lost encephalic mass,
our forgetful silhouettes.

yesterday i spent some time
staring at an indiferent mirror
in a restaurant as if that
amnesiac face could tell me
what to do.
but there is no goodness
in keeping memories
when one can't remember them.
time is deceitful.

i look at her,
holding the heart of my heart,
forgetting who she was
to see who she is now.
tomorrow is an oblivious man
dressed in white.
tomorrow we will shoot doubts
at him like two soldiers in an execution.
i wonder if he can decipher
the enigmas written in her mind.

if i could for one single moment,
stop the process of being swallowed
by time,
i would be a baby in her ever open arms again:
she made me think i was a butterfly.
she made me think i could be
whoever i wanted to be as long as
i believed.
but i am afraid of praying:
the raw wounds in my knees,
the words i repeat in exile,
the holes in my weird faith.
i know it loves me like
a distracted god.

there is no comfort
in being a bleeding moon
when we become a lovely concept,
an ideal forgotten in the drawers
of a memory.
i am not prepared to accept
and as i weep for both of us,
the clock haunts me more.

against me time, the deaf king runs.

the future is a three-dimensional black image,
an x-ray of our bitten nails
as we wait for Astor Piazzola
to play oblivion again.

i even don't know how to end
this poem.
it is late and all i can do
is to murmur to myself
to be strong,
to be honest,
to not cry
because life is a miracle,
because she still remembers
our love, our ties, our misery.

kala bardanza

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  • 8 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    If i could for one single moment,
    stop the process of being swallowed
    by time,
    i would be a baby in her ever open arms again:
    she made me think i was a butterfly.
    she made me think i could be
    whoever i wanted to be as long as
    i believed.

    ^^This part here just sucked the breath out of me. Its like I'm re-living the episode with my mother..

    Its heart breaking to see our mother in this condition. From start to end the stanzas are so vivid and so pulling it just takes the reader into your world.

    There is so much more in this poem and I can feel the sadness penned within it...take care.

    Congrats on the Win.

  • 8 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Judging comment

    I really love and admire Karla's formatting within this piece. It brings this poem to life..

    For me, it goes in depth of a woman's heart, detailing thoughts and memories.

    The nature tones are what makes this poem stand out and bring it to life.

    The visual display and word usage is outstanding!

    The ending stanza is what clenched this piece.. the emotion is felt word for word. As a writer, the closing can be very emotional and Karla expressed these emotions to a tee. Just a lovely piece!!

  • 8 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    "We both know what the black stars hide".
    It could be two people sharing a special bond and their darkest secrets. The raw wounds on the knees indicates that a lot of praying has taken place. Time and humankind can be deceitful. Some cherish the memories others move on like nothing ever happened.
    Being open and honest is very important and often connected with tears. You ended perfectly. Add to my favorite.

  • 8 years ago

    by DarkLight

    Beautiful.
    Emotional.
    Art of words.

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