A LOVE LETTER FROM A FAILED GENERATOR

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I.

Inside a meltdown

of aggrieved metaphors

we met and made the best

of icy memories

You were the apex

of a sullen candle wick's

heated umbrella

passing for protection

from the typhoon

of toxicity corroding

the artificial lights

I resorted to in search

of happiness

II.

Sickened by the cynicism

I could never conquer

without aid

the shrill wheeze

in my lungs stabbed

the air of my resigned

ignition like an acid

rain-rusted fork

Prongs of erosion

incinerated the dimensions

of my Great Pretender mask

I was open to the prospect

of a meltdown

III.

A power outage smirked

on the verge of threatening

my need for Winter white

to blind the pile-up of humid

months eroding my incentive

for an age's elevation

Then you came

puncturing the black aura

I was all too ready to adopt

I am already obligated to

the grey threshold 

it would appear

yet the parasol of your

embrace stifled my

corrosion of closure like

the blinders of a race horse

Simply through your place 

in my obstructed vision's show

you have won me

until I realize I'm out of candles

and the metaphors incline me

to reach around until I clutch

your heated cage of 

nightvision

Author's Note

It took every ounce of my creative willpower to get this out. An abundance of things to say in recent weeks, but no words. Anyways I'll resist the urge to milk my self-pity any further.

Reviews

[Gleb Zavlanov]

I wholeheartedly agree with Pax. I too experience this: whenever I read your words, I'm in a completely different world and sense things that can't be perceived in reality. Your poetry is very deep, beautiful, and uniquely crafted with a fine mastery of language. Bravo, once again!

[kublakhan27]

So glad you could relate, thanks very much :)

[Gleb Zavlanov]

My pleasure.

[Pryde Foltz]

Candles needed in a generator, not really, my friend. Time to power up. This poem sure has some. Well done, Steve.

[kublakhan27]

The recharging period is long and laborious, but of course I must stick with it. Thank you Pryde, as always for your support.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This is very good better than good
All your metaphors I would've never thought
of using the words you use to describe a blotched love affair
This seems to stay with you
I am really speechless this is wonderful writing
I also like the song and the singer

[kublakhan27]

Thanks so much Chloe, it means a lot to know that you were able to tap into this piece...I feared it may have been too self-indulgent in light of how deep within myself I had to go to write it. Glad you like the song as well, it's one of my favourite solo pieces from him :)

[Chloe..Across the Universe]

You are very welcome I can see the difference between the male and female outlook on such a break up if that makes any sense Women do not think of the generators pipes etc. but the male could
It is obvious it came from deep with inside you
Mighty fine writing

[kublakhan27]

Interesting...I never thought of it that way but it does make sense...many thanks again.

[Sheila Kline]

Bravo!! You wrote this, after admitting your muse had left you in recent days, and WOW, what a write it is!!

Your creative energy is zapping like a zillion kw all over the page!
Excellent metaphors - really, really good with the many references to rust, erosion, power, renewed energy!!!

A favorite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kublakhan27]

There are no words to express how grateful I am for these kind words, except to say they brought a smile to my face, which is saying something these days, as the poem itself would suggest. Confidence has not been in my corner these days, but you may have kickstarted it here. Thank you Sheila :)