a hopeless romantic in the 21st century

the air is full of bones

and smells of boiled hair.

 

What I was, what I grew

up to be,

             I no longer am.

 

I put down the pencil

and picked up a pen;

                 its' ink as smooth

                 as the inside of the moon.

 

I know so, for that

is where I once slept-walked

and when I came back,

my hair was cut and

burned deep red.

 

The autumn trees in the woods

behind your house mimic

my whispers:

                   dry branch hush.

 

I want to kiss someone there,

the one with a still beating heart,

 

and lullabye the moon

with our blue pulses.

 

The wind will carry our sharp scent

to the weeping stars, who mourn

for the youth.

 

and we breathe in the marrow of night,

 

we breathe out dust from fallen stars.

Reviews

[~]

Nothing says I love you like bones and boiled hair :) You know, being a hopeless romantic in the 21st century is a bit different, I have to admit. There are far less sappy odes and theatrics....it is far less melodramatic.....poetry has taken some very sharp turns when it comes to talking about love. There is a lot more realism. I really like how you started this poem with those haunting bones and hair, then let it be reminscent of the poems of old, only to bring it back with the "marrow of night" at the end. It was very modern of you :) Great work on this, my friend. A very enjoyable read.

[eglantine]

haha, yep, I'm quite the romantic and yes, things are different these days rather then the stories we were told when we were younger. Thanks for reading, I'm always eager to read your reviews :)

[~]

Well, you caught my attention with the bones and boiled hair. It was very Victorian :)

[Brandon S. Whitten]

I love the imagery you create. A splendid work of art.

[eglantine]

Thanks Brandon!

[Emily B]

this is heavenly

[eglantine]

thank you

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

it wasn't love if it didn't swallow you whole, right?...sometimes it feels like you've been handed a camera and your eyes have been sewn shut and ur third eye's so alive you're almost blinded a second time...but you edited the micro/macro-cosm adventure into something existentially epic..you cut and pasted the forces of nature within yourself to create a neo-medieval wonderland...an acid trip slow dance on stilts at the bottom of the sea..top notch stuff partner

[eglantine]

lol you always have such vivacious, intricate review-images. Thanks :)

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

glad to oblige :) I was feeling sassy today, lol

[quinfinn]

"my whispers, dry branch hush" unexpected and volcanic! "lullabye the moon with our blue pulses" such pristeen sensuality! this is one for my library.....

[eglantine]

thank you :)

[That_Girl]

Beautiful as always. Lovely job.

[eglantine]

thanks :)

[nigrum homonculus]

them last two lines just did it for me. you ended that in such a great way. another good write. well done!

[eglantine]

Thank you!

[Belinda]

Very nice read. I enjoyed it.

[eglantine]

I'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks Belinda!

[dukovan]

Title reminds me of a taking back Sunday song. I like the image of replacing the pen for the pencil, its a more permanent and revealing utensil

[eglantine]

lol i like that band

[Allycat]

This is wonderful :) I agree with The Vintage Librarian, hopeless romantics in the 21st century have evolved to be more realistic. I love every stanza in this poem, it's absolutely breathtaking :D Added it to my favorites

[eglantine]

aw, thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it