Sometimes I wish that I were cold like tonight, falling on the ice wouldn't hurt
so much, and the purple on my slender thighs would transform to yellow.
I would no longer find comfort wearing your old football jersey, number
thirteen slowly fading as the minutes become hours and the days intermingle
with the nights...
Loving you made me stronger.
Sacrifices are mute if for only one moment I feel your lips upon mine and the
warmth of your tongue as it explores the safety of my breasts.
I always perceived myself as fragile, but now realize that I am as the sea, for on
the stormiest of nights the black waves concede when the attempt to drown me
becomes...
Insurmountable.
I am yet standing on the shimmering white sand as it tickles my feet; the sun
caresses my shoulders, and the summer breeze restores my freedom, for I know
that I possess the ability...
"I am yet standing on the shimmering white sand as it tickles my feet; the sun
caresses my shoulders, and the summer breeze restores my freedom, for I know
that I possess the ability...
to Love...
in spite of chaos."
This says it all. Everything that will ever mean anything....
Beautifully done! Yes indeed....
The Dream, The Pain, the Middle path to freedom..Love in spite of chaos..A different journey through the familiar emotions of togetherness, pain & suffering and then the realizations that make us strong.. Some passionate lines encompasses this heartfelt piece..which moved me quite a lot..Wise words !!
I was immediately drawn to this by the graphic, as I've been told tigers are my power animal. Enough about me, though, this poem flows so gently and sensually, as do all of your works. You are one of the only people I know that can pull off sexual imagery in your poems without compromising it's beauty. The transition in this poem works out great too, from cold depression and bittersweet memory to an absolution while standing by the sea, which I'm told is a symbol of renewal in Tarot (not that I really follow that, but I thought it was an interesting parallel). Beautiful imagery and a gentle, liquid flow, as is to be expected when reading any of your poems. One question reamins, though. What is the symbol beneath the poem?
This is writing of the gentlest saddest kind .. words tied with tears and need, an admission of what you are, how you are .. and yet, dear friend, there's strength in being able to speak out even these few deeply felt words .. 'in spite of chaos'. Memories tear at the heart, emotions lie heavy ..
There is so much depth to this piece...emotionally fullfilling and so well expressed that feeling of strength and love combined...very nice thoughts within this poem...
still you are strong as the tree that sways in the wind but never breaks, your roots reach deep in dark earth and you will reach the stars as you stretch upward
What a sad but moving piece of writing... the introductory section set the context well, using the visual image successfully, and then there was a tenderness and pathos in the second section. I found the phrase 'the safety of my breasts' warmly appealing. I was glad of the positive conclusion, the assurance that the sun's warmth brings new life to love... Thank you