Roseate Lips

having read the words i had written

i lay in somber solitude

soft tears slowly streaming down my weary face

i am unable to understand the nature of my own perception of reality

it seems there is a dormancy of verve

when we fall into the abyss of tedium

the resignation that corrupts the very heart of man and quashes the spirit

these tears are more than salted dew

they speak of thoughts that wander, hopeless

knowing that they will be forsaken

trapped inside this brimming cauldron of cacophonous repetition

denied their final resting place that lay within your heart

what sorrow this truth sets upon me

for i have come realize its toll

as winter now descends upon me

brisk and bright as whitened walls

i fall to find the fears from which i have forever fled

surround me in my umbral journeys

i have nothing to present to pacify the passing hours

and prudence, ever the afterthought

yet here i lay

drenched in tears that draw but one conclusion

the illusion is now the illustration that streaks across my mind's eye

like light that lived so long ago

now soaring through the silent shadows

to show us of the truth of temporal permanence

this you have awakened within me

i can only watch

as perfumed petals waft from roseate lips

Reviews

[Mifa]

I have to confess this piece is the only work of yours that I could fully grasp its meaning. Your command of the english diction is astounding but maybe a little too astounding as often times, a lot of the meaning you try to pass across are lost in the muddled pool of some kind of poetic verbiage. I have to give you props for each piece I've read though, the extent to which you have penned down your thoughts, albeit in such a sophisticated and artful use of the words in indeed fascinating. But I would suggest that for the sake of folks like me, you may want to dumb it down a little. I'm not saying do not use the words that come to you, instead I'm saying find a less brain-wrecking synonym that suits it and allows for an easier flow of translation.

All the best Max.

[lua]

this poem is haunted by a harrowed soul, i admire the words you choose to represent these emotions