Senses

I thought about the adage: Kill them with kindness. Maybe they will change.

Senses

 

She pounded the ice with a dull knife,

Poured cold liquid on her pink lips,

Sharp eyes filtered twice,

An animal caught in a snare,

 Heighted senses and fully aware.

Adoring dark dismal displays,

Tho, she portrays joyous, and pleasing,

No withering, no weeping.

 

His beard white as snowflakes,

Only a cloak: coarse, and uncouth,

Now faded and blurred like fog,

Quiet and eerie, still a fearful void.

 

His kingdom now in ruins,

His legacy, blemished and freckled,

Her recollections silently dimming,

Like twilight, but never-ending.

 

Green wild ferns with clovers,

Never burned with red roses,

She delivered a resigned surrender,

And the cloudy days ascended,

O’ but a game she tinders,

 

Hostilities and blasphemies,

His stain inside decaying,

In every vine and root,

The tip of his muzzle,

Swells rank of a brute,

Her eyes feign, the fume,

Idolizing, exemplifying,

 

A Ligature, a knot, a noose

Growing loose,  

His jealousy seeks invisible truths,

No confrontations, restrained reminders,

His paranoia attempts to bind her,

 

Tho, aroma ascends her to heights,

A whiff of unrest, her jubilation,

Fermenting effervescence,

Desperate acts of the dominator,

No jurisdiction, no boundaries.

 

His bequest: Her lofty rise with haste,

No fear, confusion and disillusion,

Defeated,

By mad cheers, jaunty jeers,

And foregone tears.

 

She’s useless, spry and sprightly,

His vanity flaccid, and feeble,  

He worshiped the broken, the weak. 

 

Now unfrozen ice leaks, through

A hole in the river it brings,

Enlightened and humbled senses,

A tolerant spring surrenders.

Reviews

[R Smith]

so many directions i could go here, even thought at one point i saw Santa Claus peeping through the lines, its a wonderful battle of words and i see the woman angry and unhappy and him behaving badly, hoping it ends and go separate ways, then spring breaks and we begin again, great writing Dale :)

[Confuser]

I'm laughing so hard. The poem: If you read the second stanza, she portrarys joyous...her plan was to..as I went through to be happy, no matter how unkind; he doesn't like that HE asks her to leave....Still laughing....WW said, don't see it now, something about contraditions, so I was going to rename it Contraditions. Anyway....Thanks. Still unsure, but that's okay.

[wordman]

well this poem was full of exitement

[Confuser]

I'll have to work on this or rip it up - they must seem the same - what I'm trying to do, is for the female character to NOT ever be bothered by him, not matter how crude he is or acts and for him to be so sick of her, he asks her to leave (her wish anyway) all the joy...I'm somewhat OCD and I for sure know I'm A to the DDD so, I cannot leave this alone! Thanks for reading.

[wordman]

you just need to use that cool hand luke attitude

[Confuser]

I am laughing. Thanks wordman.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

The story of two people is a struggle, if not to the death there must be a surrender. But what is it that we give away if we surrender? Is it losing our identity? That is the voyage my thought have made, reading your poem. Very well done. :) Rudi