Where are those hands?

Where are those hands?

A Poem by SleeplessVolcano



Thousands of smudged pictures

Of you and me

Splattered all over the crying river

Brimming with what we once were

Under the bridge where our love locks

Were once eternalized

Now, our restless footprints in the sand

Have faded into distant oblivion

And my aching longing sinks one last time

Despite wanting to surface like love’s cork

My body turned into a ton-of-heartache millstone


Sinking


Sinking


Sinking


My last thought echoing

Like melodious wind chimes

If only, you could have been mine. 

© 2015 SleeplessVolcano


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This piece really is heartfelt

it is really hard to be apart from someone you love

Posted 8 Years Ago


wax fingers
to plumb
tentative scarlet
frosty hush
to prickle

-- so, i hear you are having a writers block. use these words in a poem. i know you work best when under pressure!

Posted 8 Years Ago


It's beautiful how you compared the non-ending sadness with the river crying nonstop, and also how the river drifts far away with it every memory when fallen in that everlasting river of sadness.

Thank you for sharing....Insight

Posted 8 Years Ago


"if only " indeed ... once that river pulls us in there is nothing for it but to go with the flow ..all the fighting it is to no avail ... and we do come to the "calms" in due course ... slowing enough to take outreached hands along the shores ... what a life eh!? peace and joy Volcano ...and health!
E.

Posted 8 Years Ago


i really like the way you formatted this....and i get a similar feel to the song "Moody River"

and the helpless feeling of the speaker...

Posted 8 Years Ago


Time passing has failed to ease the pain eh? Rather it seems to have calcified the sufferer's heart making it heavier and stone-like.
I liked your use of different formatting here SV.
The comma in the final line changes the meaning for me though from a single thought that would have lingered and echoed in my mind's ear to two separate thoughts that jangled.
Melancholic memories.

Posted 8 Years Ago


SleeplessVolcano

8 Years Ago

Thanks Anto.....doesn't love do that to us? Jangle our hearts and minds.......:)......could we creat.. read more
ANTO

8 Years Ago

I guess we can create any word we like SV, my friend. And yes, indeed, love jangles like nothing els.. read more

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