Love Transferred in Words

From a letter thrown on a table

And a line that belonged to my lost life

Just watch, as time burns and blows those pages

 

A hostile territory of customs shed

Ink that bleeds and etches itself upon wood

I can feel the lines of my palm

 

Burn with liquid silver fiery tongues

For love that was not healthy enough to be writ

The discovery of astonishing abandonments

 

Of the legends of our memories

The ones most dear who bid us adieu

The profound miracles that then occurred

 

And the imagined truths we felt

In the beautiful city of our youth

 

That's how words travel down the decades

Lost like pressed flowers in a book. 

Reviews

[Kristallo]

That last couplet is phenomenal. I am so admiringly blown away by your words, each poem is unto itself a hypnotist of light... I hope it isn't narcissistic to quote myself, but I couldn't think of a better way to put it. There is such a whimsical, poignant sense of isolation here. Abandonment. Love that graces you with tender moments and flies off to another place, leaving you to hold to the moments despairingly, like cupping water in your hands, and each time you ache, the passions spill... "Burn with liquid silver fiery tongues" is just perfect, as well. I so enjoyed each line here, and that it so closely resembles the toils of my own soul these past weeks. But the way you worded that first stanza was completely bedazzling.

"And a line that belonged to my lost life... Just watch, as time burns and blows those pages." Wonderful. I wouldn't change a thing.

[Eloha]

Maybe my style simply agrees with your mind :)

[YYH]

Like the combination of the words in the first and the last stanza.
intriguing.