Frequent Flyer

 

 

Frequent Flyer

In the predawn moments

of an emotional upheaval

scattered disturbance

were in the stars

 

holding on to all that was

and all that was not

like a child grasping a blanket

in the absence of its mother

the door was always open

but the battlelines vague

wine sipped turned to ink

in the bitter taste

of a swallowed lie

candles burned out

long ago

to the tune of an old goodbye song

tears welled into emptiness

and stone cold stares froze

suspended animation

of a frequent flyer

forged of paper cards

and cotton candy kisses

that melted in the blush

of stolen dreams

and ambiguous moments

set by the clock of indecisivness

on a page torn

from the calender of irrelevance

written in the blood

of a rusted fountain pen

that wept in shades of grey

bj smith

aka shallimarRose

　

　

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we write in blood, about how our heart bleeds...and get frequent flyer miles for the pain...so that we can double it the next time...

emotionally bleed for free....

i hope at least there is lunch served on that flight...

the pen really does weep in shades of grey.

jacob

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Jacob for the read and very nice review.. xo Rose

[redzone]

"on a page torn / from the calender of irrelevance / written in the blood / of a rusted fountain pen /
that wept in shades of grey" I often think one of the worse things men do to women (and there many ugly things done), is to rob them of their dreams, their hopes and desires... the above lines describes, to me at least, the consequences of such treatment... and another horror of all this is, or can be see in the use of the metaphor of "frequent flyers"... shallimarRose, I love your poetry, its "shades of grey" and truthfullness, its courageous heart and its gentleness, yes gentleness cause it touches the readers heart where it should matter.. ~~redzone

[shallimarRose]

Thank you redzone. Your words humble this poet.. xoxo Rose

[Keith]

Powerful bitter words of disdain as your "Frequent Flyer" flees once more amid turmoil.

"holding on to all that was
and all that was not
like a child grasping a blanket
in the absence of its mother
the door was always open
but the battlelines vague"

and ..

"in the bitter taste
of a swallowed lie
candles burned out
long ago"

Amazing metaphores describe hanging onto a relationship that is flimsy and based on lies and betrayal.

And the sadness of the aftermath..
"written in the blood
of a rusted fountain pen
that wept in shades of grey"

Amazing heartfelt poetry at its best Rose.

[shallimarRose]

Wow Keith. What a nice review. You hit the nail right on the head with this one. Very observant. Thank you for the read & review.. xo Rose

[ron]

Lost love and broken hearts are the hardest scars to heal, and the deepest ones we have. I teared when I read this one. If no one has gone through this they will not understand, but you have penned it so well I think even those who have not felt this will understand.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Ron for read & review... I appreciate your taking the time. xo Rose

[ron]

My pleasure Rose.

[bobc]

S...like this one too. Very strong images throughout. Thanx for posting...bobc

[shallimarRose]

Thank you again Bob.. I know you favor free verse. I will be bringing more over.. so Rose