The Color of Transparency

The burdens we bare in death...

Seeking refuge within the disguise

Of untold truths and bold faced lies

Crying for salvation from the weight of our sins

On weary limbs with faltering breath

We carry the cross that precedes us in death.

 

Bleach overwhelms the stench of sorrow

Everything is tainted by the loss of tomorrow

Slapped into stunned silence by unresolved issues

Puckered sores torn open, perfect for tissues

 

Listless souls gather in line at the foot of my bed

Waiting to hail the next taxi cab,

The slick yellow chariot to whisk me away

Leaving my body behind to rot and decay.

 

My heart stands frozen

As I look towards my left

The clock is still ticking

This must be some jest

The flailing thoughts escaping my rigid lips…

 

      “My God! 

Would you stop that crying!

I’m not gone.

        I’m right here!”

 

But this cross is much too heavy

And the iris just can’t see

The color of transparency

Consumptions made of me.

Author's Note

musing....

Thoughts?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i very much like this piece...it reminds me of emily dickinson's "because i could not stop for death" and one interpretation of that poem, which could apply here...in that poem she wasn't really dead...death in a personified state picked her up in a carriage and took her on a journey to show her all that she missed in life by rushing through it...she still had an opportunity to stop and smell the roses...she just needed to slow down...and here...not dead, but still with that chance to make something good happen.

excellent write.

[Kristin Lee]

Thank you very much. I know that piece well, though I have not read it in years. I went through a phase in Jr. High where all I wanted to read was Dickenson and Poe. Two of my favorites still.

[Petra Vlah]

The title is captivating and so is the rest of the poem

[Kristin Lee]

Thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

"Leaving my body behind to rot and decay.

My heart stands frozen
As I look towards my left
The clock is still ticking
This must be some jest
The flailing thoughts escaping my rigid lips…

“My God!
Would you stop that crying!
I’m not gone."
Some dark musings but done with talent and excellence...:)

[Kristin Lee]

Thank you so much Sami. Too kind.

[Sami Khalil]

You too...You re welcome...:)

[Rita L. Sev]

What deep musing - so true, the regrets we carry to death. You were spot-on with the rhyme and flow of this piece, and the mood wraps the reader in your meaning. Really well done, Kristin.

[Kristin Lee]

Thank you so much Rita :) I may be way past school, but its always awesome when other academic types like your work.