Bella Donna Requiem

Inspired simply by the picture and nothing more...Thank you Deni

This peace you offer

Pinioned prayers and platitudes

Scry in the mercury shattered

Your brittle whispers snap in the rarified air

This madness is thunder at the back of my throat 

Ragged and storm weary 

I tread water in your wake

Spin my tahrihim and trim the fringe 

I am the terminus of fragile breath

Falling away from you 

*Benedicimus Deum meum adventum et egrediente

There is solace in the blind blue moments 

Let me surrender 

To the baptism of despair

The upwelling catechism of *deliquescence

Souls fall clutching the flesh

Gasping for one more shredding dream 

Fill the spinnaker and set sail

I am no longer a seaworthy vessel 

This tethered hope you offer 

Stinging nettles in my mouth

On flitting wings 

Is the drone of hornets in my hair 

 

I crave 

Oblivion

And you are bound to your promise 

It is my free will

To let go...

06/12/12

*God bless my coming and my going out 

*melt away/decay

Author's Note

This poem is not about me, or how I "feel" If you know me , you know I am not one to desire letting go. I was simply inspired by Bubo's post "Field of Crimson Daffodils" - Read the original here... http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Bubo/713610/

Reviews

[R J Askew]

I like the notion of letting go. The notion of oblivion has great appeal ... NO pointless emails, NO competition, NO rain, NO feelings of any kind. It is actually absolutely impossible to imagine. We just can't do it as it involves the absence of imagination, too.

My favourite line is 'The terminus of fragile breath.' There is a purity in all this.

[Ken Simm.]

Remarkable, this is almost baroque.

[Emily B]

ooooh, this is tall, tall work