Vacant hour

For a brief moment.....the weight had been lifted

Seeking refuge from an arid affair

I find only a distorted view

Shall I act upon inner wounds

Or revel in my stark exterior

Digesting grief born of a tempestuous union

Plumbing the depths of my intricate soul

I acquire solitude

This is but a minor holiday

For I am a practical traveler

A healthy appetite for warmth and sweet imperfections

Seeking the orchard, a place of fresh starts

Rummaging for the intoxicating vine

Reviews

[Maya Storm]

No advice... but a comment:

You had me smiling the first line. "Seeking refuge in an arid affair" I can attest to the fact that the ending to that in real life is disastrous.

"Digesting grief born of a tempestuous union" This poem is literally the recipe for Denial Pie.

It is real and gritty and messy and it works. Two thumbs up for "Vacant hour"

[vartul]

Again, I love your creation of imagery. I wonder whether you see it. Then again, a poet can never enjoy her poems the way a reader can. One thing. i hate it when reviewers try to show their creativity in comments and try to continue the poem. No Ad Hominem intended, but its irritating and lame.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Contnue deeper into the orchard.
You will find one tree that stands
out in it`s size and vitatlity. Seek
the fruit of this tree. Desire will
become manifest and you will be
'satiated.
------ John

[SimiGirl]

I read your poetry and feel like I know you. Your words resonate with me in a way that only people who have been a victim of selfish love can really understand and appreciate. "Shall I act upon inner wounds
Or revel in my stark exterior" My inner wounds still bleed but the starkness of my own exterior often just makes the blood flow more freely...
Once again, Thank You.

[JustLorry]

all holidays are welcome, no matter how brief. beautiful words

[Etoiles]

I love this, fantastic use of language.
:)