Drowning In Her Tears

 

Echoes from a haunting refrain
buried deep within the corridors of her heart

weave their tangled, worn threads
playing on her memories
like the delicate, frayed strings of a lonely violin

Lingering whispers intricately
seeking depths to the labyrinth of her soul

creating its delicately, woven tapestry

of wild cinnamon roots and twisted leaves

Her wounds of torn and shattered illusions
roar their voices in her mind
like a jungle of ethereal savagery
that clipped her silken dreams
leaving her flying with broken wings

 

He had betrayed her with his feigned love

leaving her void of the soothing rhythms

needed to bathe her wounded flesh

 

Fractured fragments of terra cotta stones
and random pieces of broken seashells

were the substances used as ragged patches

for her tattered, broken heart
The mortar dampened from tears
that fell like foggy, misty rain
on delicate, shattered glass

Amethyst, turquoise skies filled the air
with the earthy smell of oncoming storms
Every fiber unraveled and unnerved her senses
as if she were on fire, leaving her skin
like that of a peeled orange

revealing the depth and layers

of her strangled emotions

In the dark stillness of the night
she heard roaring blood curdling drumbeats

of loud, rumbling thunder
shooting its devouring bolts of lightning
shaking the whole of all Creation

She stood in the shadows

aching and bewildered running breathlessly

seeking a fortress of safety
as the drumbeats followed her every move

The whole Earth was suddenly filled

with the echoed songs of past remembered moons

He did not care if her heart was broken

leaving her alone cold, shivering and afraid

 

 

All she had left was a broken heart

cold as ice...

  Drowning in her tears

 

               

       

 

 

 

 

LadeeAnne~2011

Anne P Murray

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. Photos made the beautiful words come alive.
"Amethyst, turquoise skies filled the air
with the earthy smell of oncoming storms."
Each line strong and with a purpose. I could feel the sadness and pain in your words. Thank you for a outstanding poem. This is real poetry. Need to be read again.
Coyote