Jaded

faded like the memory of spring

faded like the crust on my heart

faded like a season of jeans,

pay tv and take away

the gloss on your fingers

turning off the light

 

duplicated like a week of breakfast

stunned like a father’s speech

wounded like love never lost

I am shut like an attic

that opens for dust

caught in moonlight

 

the memory of your mouth

opens like a sore

a solemn promise on the brink of war

like a distant forgetting, faded

like an umbrella in a crowd of umbrellas

everyone moving down stream in the down pour

and you are another stranger

I can no longer look in the eye

Author's Note

Last of the three poems I wrote after a 2 yr hiatus away from poetry.

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

That last stanza..that just did it for me.I like the entire poem but I adore the lines 'the memory of your mouth

opens like a sore......untill
I can no longer look in the eye..'

Your words have that encapsulating beauty to capture both attention and heart of the reader..:)

[emmajoy]

Space from that special person, from a together life - your poem's filled with a strangely muted nothingness attacked by shards of memories. There's such a sadness in your words, memories, feelings, strong, deep .. and yet to fade.

[Tony]

This is also very good.
I would add that the first verse is excellent and could stand as the poem alone.

[Lottie]

This makes a great read, I could read it over and over again. You've created such an image. Thanks for sharing!

[Ruth]

Such amazing imagery here love....I know what it is to have a break lol But wow! With work such as this.......bring it on lol xx

[Emily B]

and I'm wondering why you stayed away so long?

[MS. BABy]

I am shut like an attic

that opens for dust

caught in moonlight

....and he said....
this is the epitome of jaded....wonderful feeling it gave...
Hello I'm BABy