Our Time Was Morning

Our Time Was Morning

 

Our time was morning

And although I still enjoy

the view of a new day dawning

Outside of my window
Within myself I know

That no brief glimpse of

red roses and yellow morning glories

Drenched in moisture

from an early morning rain

Can release me

from what at present

 is my constant pain
for my hearts been stepped on

 like browned and lifeless autumn leaves

and how for some different air,

from a different window,

in a different place

My lungs do long to breathe
my uneven exhalations

are devoid of any rhythm.

They are so labored that

 I am embroiled in a cycle of a Deja Vu
that’s stuck on a painful past

 involving me with you.
But mostly, it is fixed on

the thought of a yesterday

when you left me
and I’m now dealing with it 

 as a cast off from love

and with surprise at the effect

that the impetus of parting words have on my being.

And I am speechless at their force upon me

and surprised at myself

 for having nothing to say.
So, now, I analyze love mathematically

 Geometrically

 if the branch is important

and I understand that

my angle of understanding is a bit off,

 and that right now,

love may not be for me
So, I must convince myself that,

 for my peace of mind,

that what once had substance

is now one part biased memory

 and one part debris.
The memory part hurts the most though.

Especially, in the morning,

When the memories of you and I

 flood my thoughts
Like wave after wave

 of eroding emotions

Submerging me and drowning me

It is then that I know that

our time was morning.
And although I still enjoy the view

 of a new day dawning

outside of my window.
Within myself I know

 that no brief glimpse of red roses

 and yellow morning glories

 Drenched in moisture

from an early morning rain

Can release me  

from what at present are my thoughts,

 my battle,

and my constant pain

Copyright 2010 Vincent L. Jones (Blakprinze/LucidBlak)

Reviews

[vinny ciambriello]

This is good. I'd clean up a few of the middle lines though:

1) I'm now dealing with it as I am now: get ride of 'as I am now', it's redundant.
2) impetus of the words on my being: if the words are from her, better stated: the impetus of your words on my being.

This is good, Vnny. Make those changes and it is improved. Best

[Blakprinze (Vincent J.)]

Vinny thanks for the critique. I always look at my stuff as works in progress.