In Red...

Strong and tall
you built impenetrable walls,
you invited me in
to sit with you for a while,
when truly a moment was all you had...

With a dysfunctional heart, I knew
I was facing the inevitable winds of change,
as we slipped through the cracks of time
I struggled to memorize your smile...

To remember every soft line, every whisper;
when you told me you loved me,
why did you blind my eyes?
blurring hues of red...

Your unspoken words,
I turn them over and over
inside my head,
as Autumn begs to move on...

Author's Note

Reviews

[Stephen]

~~ Oh these unspoken words ~~ Always kill the intimacy factor bringing a hotness of red around the seven oceans ~~ Ah! *Sigh* ~~~ Peace ~~~ what most I love about this write`s the great "Starting" of it with some hot & powerful words ~~~

Strong and tall
you built impenetrable walls,
you invited me in
to sit with you for a while,
when truly a moment was all you had...

~~~ Lovely ~~ Intoxicating ~~~ Adorable & so, Appreciable ~~~ very precious write!

[Quill~]

:) thank you Stephen!

[Stephen]

I adore your words ... I`m grateful to read your one more write which`s too ~~ wet the tongue of mine ~~ with the strawberry flavor of your juicy words. So, yeah, i`m honored, you ..hottest "Quill" over the seven oceans.

[Eric Pudalov]

So intensely sad, Quill...though I obviously don't know the story behind this, it sounds as though it was someone who hurt you deeply.

And yet, you've written a beautiful piece out of that hurt and suffering. I love the lines in the first stanza, "you invited me in/to sit with you for awhile/when truly a moment was all you had." Not only is it amazingly expressed, I feel as though I (and other authors here) can relate to some of your pain, even if we didn't exactly go through the same situation.

I can especially relate to the last verse, the "Your unspoken words/I turn them over and over," as I've been in relationships where I could only think of the hurt and pain, and wondered, "What exactly went wrong? What was she thinking?"

These romantic relationships and encounters seem like such complicated things, and yet from them arises some of the greatest poetry and art, I believe.

[Relic]

I can't outdo Terry's review or anyone else's so I'll just say great poem Quill although rather sad.

[Robert Strzalko]

Another beautiful piece, Quill. It feels very personal. It gave me a sad feeling when I read it. I hope things are different now. Something tells me they are.

[Odysseus Wanders]

I'm always amazed at with which the power of your permission to enter this space, the space of this uncompromising love realm... everything is so complete and committed. It scares the hell out me. Its the place in me that I deny I have. That romance is dead. That love is dead. That rapture is dead. That abandon is dead. That the blissful sensation of merging towards another, risking what feels like striped open exposure... dead. That's what I say to myself. For my fear is too great. The challenge of impenetrable walls, the 'out of normal functioning heart'.... ah, crazy loves are born this way. You have a frequency to write with power in this place- one that I do not have. But its in me. Truth is. It devours me. I'm absolutely a romantic at heart. It was my cauldron of fire i was born into... i had no choice. But the plight of the romantic can be such a tragic one... I don't know. Seems nothing worse, than a romantic who have ought naught to love. Your exquisite stories are so well toned and crafted, yet subtle enough to highlight the slippery duality of this most unhinging ground. Time really stands still in this piece.
So I live vicariously off your writing. It makes me think about this space. Forces it into my face for examination, except from a safer distance. And i like that your writing makes me want to write something about it. It inspires. Marks of a Muse.
There are no should could's or woulds- only Learning! Great Read Quill....!

Terry-

[Quill~]

:) Terry, forgive me for smiling, but your review is amazing.
When someone leaves me pondering on the layers of each thought, I can't help but smile.
I come to this place to learn, and you have given me so much to think about.
Yes, you are a romantic, albeit an emotional deflector...still, I believe there is hope for you yet. :)
I my writes can inspire you in any way, then it is all the moe worth it.
YOU have inspired me too.
So, Thank you very much for you touching words.

[Quill~]

Typo-"If my writes.." oops! lol

[Quill~]

OMG, another typo-" all the more worth it".

[Odysseus Wanders]

the nightmare and bane of every writer... the after discovered typo... I understand all to well:) interesting, an emotional deflector... funny that you should sense this. and still, hope yet... If I have a flaw, it does lie here- I just wont let anyone love me... its just too hard to believe that there is something there to love. It makes my friends upset- those who want best for me. I'm like this little kid.... who just wanders around, kinda lost... but kinda home being lost.
And for the record, I kinda like moe worth it. Toughens you up a bit... lil gangster.

[Quill~]

There is quite a bit of sensitivity in your response.
Never have I come across someone so jaded yet tender-hearted about being loved.
Everyone deserves to be loved my friend... "Hope" leads to many positive things.

P.S. I admit, I'm a little bit gangsta. ;)

[Odysseus Wanders]

You speak truly... for there is sensitivity in abundance. I've fields of it, rich; it is the fertile ground from which jaded has blossomed... among other things. I'm pleased that your honor my jaded in a most respectful manner. I am touch, truly, by the 'sensitivity' of that sentiment, of that observation. Its kind. I feel it as loving, in its own way, simply by means of acknowledgement and appraisal... another words, you have given jaded invitation to ponder upon its jadedness, simply by saying hello to it in a nice way... and without judgment.
I myself, concerning jaded, have a rather jaded opinion of it... and I tend to have many judgments about it, and none to favorable. I see this now. And I also see that in doing so, that I do not offer it a place of invitation, but rather I make it go sit 'outside' , and so, jadedness does not get to ponder upon its condition, or if does so, then it does so in such a lonely manner. I think I will start to be a better friend to this jaded. After all... it is he that probably needs the most love and kindness.
... thank you Quill. However it is that you have come across your wisdom, I know not, but I sincerely feel blessed at its arrival.
And yeah, I like this smiling one too. I think the yellow felt like the Sun.

[Brett Moore]

That feeling you get when you know that this night is important and you NEED to remember every single detail, because whatever it was that just happened, has changed you forever. Whether or not you should have put yourself in that situation. The beautiful complexities of life that we thirst for. Some leave us high and some low and both make life worth living. I really like this one!

PS ~ Is this connected to the song playing or do you just appreciate T Swift the way I do? haha

[Quill~]

:) i love this song too... I chose it to add depth to the emotional content of this piece...it is in response to a love poem written for me.
I agree with you, Brett.
Love and Life is beautifully complex, but I wouldn't
want it any other way.
Missed seeing you here...thanks for dropping by. X

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

It's amazing how one can waltz into our lives, completely out of the blue, dysfunctional heart and confused mind, profess love, and then drift away like a leaf in the wind. We are touched forever but cannot grasp that which was never meant to be held. Like the wind, it blows onward to another shore, leaving us behind. Nicely penned!

[Quill~]

:) thank you kindly Linda!

[Horizon K.]

...you built impenetrable walls,
you invited me in
to sit with you for a while,
when truly a moment was all you had...

Some blow right through our lives, lasting only a season, a moment, knowing from the start they plan to move on... still, they capture hearts enough to break them when they are gone... The human heart is so good at this fragile kind of love... Beautiful poem, Quill...

[Quill~]

:) thank you Horizon K.!

[David Scott]

There is so much unspoken and yet understood.

[Quill~]

:) thank you kindly!

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem.
"To remember every soft line, every whisper;
when you told me you loved me,
why did you blind my eyes?
blurring hues of red..."
I like the above lines. The memories allow us to swim again in the warm desires again. The strong description create good visions and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Quill~]

:) thanks so much!