My Phoenix

Just a poem that came fresh out of writers block...

The midnight sun begins its rising dance;

The faded windows shine too bright in my tired eyes.

The light shines on my plain features, prettier for a moments time.

Thoughts of beauty turn to thoughts of you,

My mind consumed by the lingering words.

 

I crave your presence, though I know it impossible.

Hoping and wishing to see you someday; again, impossible.

Somehow I cannot imagine life without you,

Though you've never truly been here with me.

 

Words hang like acrobats; fragile and tempting.

Twisting, turning, but touch them softly.

Precariously balanced, but teasing.

Inviting you to break their fine strings.

 

Your lovely fingers pick at the strings, testing.

Daring them to relinquish their hold.

As their fragile hold recedes, the pieces clatter to the floor.

The words bleed pictures of you,

The white tile a canvas of why its come to this

 

My tears stream as worries flood my mind,

Mixing with the words' blood, erasing you.

Erasing you from my bright lit eyes,

My anger darkening them; false, wrongly placed.

My desire killed, a bird slaughtered in flight.

 

You wipe the tears you've created from my eyes,

Hiding them beneath a coat of wit and humor.

My worries taken from me in your return.

Though I know I've done nothing to deserve this.

 

I crave your arms to hold me, your words to calm me.

Your voice and laugh to soothe me, just out of reach.

Your loving heart to beat in my ear...

As the night descends, you've broken me.

And you're still my only hope.

Author's Note

First thing to emerge from my writers block...suggestions would be lovely, but don't be mean.

Reviews

[Crowley]

Wow...I too am breathless..and wholeheartedly agree with Child of Promise below, a muse is just that, something that inspires us to write the best that we can, instills a sense of respect for ourselves, and challenges us to be all that we can without judgement. I have several muses sweets that help me to write, my wife, my children, the WC family and you....you are an inspiration. I can see from your other reviews as of late, I am not the only one. Nice work.

[child-of-promise]

I was left . . . breathless . . . my dear, you know there are reasons I wouldn't like this . . . but for now, I'll let your muse keep his place . . . I'm sure he knows who he is . . .

seriously, though, babe . . . this was (generic word) amazing . . . and of course, you hit it with that last stanza/line . . .

excuse me while I go cry in a corner; I don't mean to be rude . . .