Hair

This is a poem from one of my novels which is currently torturing my soul.

Her hair was a tousled halo dowsed in rays of holograph gold,

formed in chaotic perfection.

A mane of madness, encircling her shadowed face.

My heart an echoing temple of empty immortality,

a dust-doomed photo forgotten on her cluttered desk.

Harried by death, daunted by details,

unextinguished torture harbors within me-

infected love wounds inflamed.

My pain hidden 'neath cellophane skin,

transparent as mist on autumn sunrises.

Shattered by enduring morning light, horrid decadence of dawn,

one more drowning breath for twilight-bound souls.

They mysteries of our benighted love is gone,

vacant stories told by harping wanderers.

She could not find it, that sacred grove,

she could not fight it, the burning horror-

of a soul unrepairable.

Reviews

[Greg the Bard]

I'm not sure how to take this. Face value it is a wonderful write with really great images. It reminds me of the song "Hair" from "Jesus Christ Superstar". That was a long time ago. Still if someone compaires your work to that then you must be doing something right.

[Michael X]

I really like this, the flow, wording, feeling and colorful abstraction bring the details to life. Great Job.

[Amant Cache]

Beautifully written. Your writing evokes, for me, a silent film. I can see her. And I can see the forgotten heart, covered in dust.

My favorite line is "twilight-bound souls"...I almost feel as though the hair belongs to a lover haunted by the twilight-bound soul....

Anyway, it's brilliant and I really enjoyed it.

Miss you lots!

[Arthur Crow]

Phenomenal writing... each line is a work of profound art. The mood is deeply captivating and I can only feel inspired after reading this scribe.

"Shattered by enduring morning light, horrid decadence of dawn,
one more drowning breath for twilight-bound souls."

Harrowing, beautiful...

[Blue Sky]

She sures sounds mysterious
describing her from the hair to the depths


heart an echoing temple of empty immortality,

a dust-doomed photo forgotten on her cluttered desk.

Harried by death, daunted by details,

unextinguished torture harbors within me-



ahh, so many wonderful wordings in this fine piece of yours...it's great!!