Image Struck

This beauty is burned into my memory,
it seems almost impossible to escape this reverie.

You smile something so abiding,
chasing your ghostly image, this pen slowly guiding.

You never look back, there's no question.
I'm no longer one that holds your affection.


Left with images and clips of a happy life,
no longer comfortable I try to resist the strife.

The sound of the distant footsteps echo,
Pill after pill forcing me to let go.

Moving on and trying something new,
all of these things, they remind me of you.

You continue to smile, laugh and be so bright.
I'll try to forget you, struggling to show my might.

This pen, that pen and all the others.
No matter the shape, size nor colors.
It's your face that shows, no smothers.

The paint may drip and the color may fade,
but this canvas is the only thing coming to aid.

Perhaps a bit brighter, a change here, a new color there.
How many changes, until I receive your stare.

The hours they pass, the weeks only pile.
Slowly increasing this distance, you move by the mile.

I change the shape, I splash the colors 
No matter my effort, I draw no others.

'Til the last drop of ink I scatter,
Your increasingly distant image, my heart only shatters.


 

Reviews

[Miranda Richard]

What a beautiful piece of writing. Your style is very unique, with the two lines then the next. It's a signature, really. As an artist I love the lines about painting and the frequent message of an ink pen. I can almost picture what's happening. Amazing job.

[zaisham9393]

This is prefect and very relateable.One of the amazing piece I have ever read.
Thank You for sharing this with me:)!

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the journey in your words.
"'Til the last drop of ink I scatter,
Your increasingly distant image, my heart only shatters."
I like the flow of thoughts leading to the strong ending. Broken heart will scatter into a thousand pieces. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Tracey K. Rogers]

Very beautiful poem. I really like the style of writing you have put. Very unique

[Davidgeo]

You are limited by structure... and your structure feels forced. So, it doesn't really work.

You sound cheesy because of that in this poem.

I'd re write with free form in mind.

[Daydreaming]

Being limited by structure to you, is a style of writing for others.

[Davidgeo]

Aww... thin skin? Ha. I thought my review was constructive. You ask for others point of view, don't get salty when it's not in line with yours.

[Mercy Fae]

Very well written. The idea of paint and ink is interesting.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You let this pour out...never stops from start to finish...as the reader the feelings are struck with each line and finally just explode in the ending...thanks for sharing this work...

[Insight "MH"]

When the heart surrenders to someone and then that someone chooses to leave, the mind becomes possessed with the memory of the beloved who the heart can't let go of. Well done.

[A.marie.speaks]

This pen, that pen and all the others.
No matter the shape, size or colors.
It's your face that shows, no smothers.
Love these lines. Haunting memories can drive a person mad, I have been there more often than I'd like to admit. The flow of the rhyme seems a bit forced on some lines but your image never falters.I really enjoy this one

[Daydreaming]

Hey, I made some changes while you were actually reading. Would you mind looking over it once again to let me know how it feels now?

[A.marie.speaks]

The rewrite is much more clear. Love the changes and the ending is spectacular! Gave me goosebumps.

[Daydreaming]

Thanks so much, this is actually a collaboration piece with a close friend. He draws such amazing portraits of a women he's lost. So this was written on the feeling I get when I look at his portraits. They are truly outstanding.

[A.marie.speaks]

Oh wow. Well you captured the feelings perfectly! In my opinion at least

[Rose Jaeger Kaneki]

amazing, gorgeous, and beautiful, i am speechless