Her Favor

A poem about the loss of a loved one.

To discredit Death would be aimless

She pushed me to Earth like leaves of November

And left no question unanswered

 

 

With my head on your wrist

We torched holes

In a blanket of raw Niagara

 

 

Draining

In a pulsing cascade

When I spoke with Her

 

 

It was the moment I watched your chest grow

And crash back into your lungs

Collapsing for the last time

 

 

My throat came undone in circles

By the tenor of my shadows splitting in half as

They tap danced on chalk shores

 

 

Crimson dahlia scars to mark up my seafront

Periphery flooded Her figure and compassed the silence

A quiet so static and unfamiliar

 

 

But I felt suspended in a cipher

More violent than can be realized

And I recognized Her smile

 

 

Jaw bones

Just as drawn as mine

Yet, less petrified and choked on the contours of the window

 

 

If Death could speak

Her undertow would vibrate every syllable

 

 

She’d trace the pitch of my song to the narrowest bays possible

Her veins’ currents constricting my flesh, She walked with me

 

 

Her presence was royalty when I watched you kiss Her welcoming lips

Still soft and sweet, I felt them floating in the salt rush

 

 

The epitome of her hushed rebellion

Warm to the touch

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

Hello Karen! I don't think I have had the plasure to meet you so let me tell you how nice this has been.
Other than the use of courier as a viable font for Poetry I have very little criticism of this an some of the other writings I have briefly come in touch. I relate to your on approach to language an symbolic declarations. I also relate to the vagueness of the chrathers and relative etehreal spine of a storyline which is presented here. I think it is warm and inviting although granted the subject exposed here clearly isn't. The personification and allure created of death a beauty. So thematically speaking I more than welcome his proposition. Again if not quasi irrelevant let me share with you something that I get a lot of! The use and non use of punctuation devices can be the undoing of a writing at times.

Less is not granted to mean more in this case.


But on a subjective level I really receive this with open arms.

[Karen Zimmer]

So insightful, thank you so much for all of your consideration. I'm still a young writer, and definitely struggling with punctuation and underatanding how it impacts the piece.

[Chaise Nicole]

Words can't express how much I love this poem! It's gorgeous, and your short stanzas really add to the flow and as I was reading I got this slow, quiet pace to it and the imagery is stunning

[Karen Zimmer]

Soooo great to hear these kind of thoughts!! Thank you so much for reading!

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem.
"Crimson dahlia scars to mark up my seafront
Periphery flooded Her figure and compassed the silence
A quiet so static and unfamiliar"
The description is outstanding. The lines take the reader to thoughts and question. This is the reason we write. To test the mind of the reader. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

Wow..honestly I don't entirely understand the poem, but that's not a bad thing! I can feel the beauty and poetry of your words. I'll certainly work to understand this one!

[MeringueMayar]

Some parts I think are too vague to be understood, even after a few reads.
Nevertheless; if this was an ode to someone you lost, then I am sure she'd be proud.

[Karen Zimmer]

He, actually. But thank you so much for the read! Very helpful!

[Lauren]

I love this! The first stanza is my favorite and the most powerful in my opinion, but nonetheless the poem as a whole is beautiful and moving!

[Karen Zimmer]

Thank you so much for reading! Means so much!