echoes of inflicted surrender.

by Rosy Cheeks And Irony   Dec 17, 2018


Yes darling,
It's hard to hold every fall and fly all at once, with a
fist shattered through a half choked sky
and a smile ridden from ear to ear.
Tell me, How was a girl to know the difference between
spilt light stretched straight till morning
and and the shudder of a grave stone in an earthquake
the size of Moscow?
To be here
and there
and everywhere sounds lonely enough to render me
un-wanting,
with words whittled longingly to a point in which i can't
say your name without smiling.
Till your laughter is a stranger shooting a gun through
a room of silence still as ice.
Creaking forward till moonlight but i pull the curtain down,
Eyes watching peonies swallow a shimmer beckoning forward
to surrender, and the autumn leaves wrinkled with the touch of your hand.

And you laugh "Betcha none of those angels can fix this." you say

And i buckled, stone knees pulling the ground to it's skin
with my soul a drowning effigy washed with cold.

And i continue slow dancing with you.

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  • 10 months ago

    by Brenda

    I always love reading your work and this is no exception. Wonderfully written and as always, makes me think.

  • 10 months ago

    by Daniel

    It’s easy to compliment the language in this piece although sometimes you risk alienating the reader with the abstract imagery. You could afford to be a little more concrete and uninteresting in places! Your writing is mature but erratic in its prosier places, and I don’t mean that as an insult; it feels like you could steady your writing a little, and let your language breathe.

    You obviously read a lot of talented writers - your poetry is accomplished, and you will continue to be a breath of fresh air on this site. This poem I had to read a few times, and I get the feeling of confliction, and infatuation - the realisation that something is not healthy but pursued anyway.

    An intriguing piece, and easily nominated.

  • 10 months ago

    by Jamie

    Would have nominated if I wasn't beaten to it. This is stunning as is all your work.

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