Self portrait

Hung in black, the tritone sounds

The dawning of death a vestigial pleasure

This caliginous eve is short of bearable 

Biting down induces such dulcet webs

which endlessly tangle my confident soul

Morose and reserved 

I remain pyrrhic, above all

dominant and wreaking of disdain

Woman misplaced but too bold to dissipate

Holding a single black orchid

How severe or jagged the cut?

Though I know how it feels to drown

I resist the surface still

Reviews

[Chris]

Having a credible sense of self ...helps... when we try making sense of just who and where we are and what it is we truly want. I liked the realities driven by your descriptions.

[Frieda P]

Your stunning word choices are extraordinarily affecting, felt this one...well done indeed.

[Roger Turgeon]

Dark as black orchidaceae.....yet hopeful. I see you as having strength of will in the face of despair. Nice write.

[Fraser Campbell]

Beautifully written, the imagery and vocabulary were particularly great.

[Wraith.]

Thankyou for the review.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a portrait of pain and despair...resisting that urge to come up for air.

love the wording...in line 9 did you mean "too bold"

i read it that way....i like the "single black orchid "

the morose woman...caught in a web of life she wants to get out of .

[Wraith.]

Ah, corrected now. I am terrible at checking back haha. Thank you :)

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

I love this poem, its hard and it hurts but its the truth and it is beautifully written.

[Wraith.]

Thanks for the review, I appreciate it.