Last chance mistakes

 

 

 

We sat in the rain

mouths open, laughing out

into the storm

white knuckles gripping

bottle necks and feared

suggestions

 

The stars, immovable

above our weary faces

we turned them up into

the air

letting the droplets

smack against our skin

 

I held my hands out

that liquid pouring down

like the mistakes I was making

one by one

 

Your crystalline eyes

twinkled

some instinctual beckoning

wriggling itself

into my black heart

 

You tore my weakness

around the edges, lieing

cold fingers on

soaking clothes and

puckered lips

 

I tasted emptiness, pure

and unfathomable

a million sensations exploding

 

...imploding...

 

I didn't know if

I was breathless

then

just a head full of hair

and confusion

I danced around

the doorway

for only your eyes to

ever know these memories

Blinking back the water

dripping from our eyelashes

 

Did you let this go

when you

turned

in your

white beast

burning fuel down

vacant

streets and highways

and changing

my life

forever

Author's Note

Mistakes are always bittersweet.

Reviews

[alan peter kelly]

a black heart does not exist in someone who can write like this...darkened...overshadowed...in eclipse perhaps but never black...we cannot hope to succeed until we first learn how to fail...for it is the pain of our mistakes that scar or calcify as foundations for as ultimate a growth as we can ever hope in one lifetime...if we survive the beasts...then we become kings and queens...as always...enjoyed your skill...

[Bard Constantine]

Mistakes... the building blocks of our personalities, it seems at times... this is bittersweet writing, as you point out... the imagery is almost wistful in a way. Life is often like that... we reflect on past times because the present is lacking what we left behind, and future looks a lonely place without it. Wonderfully written...

[Ramiz Ilham Khan]

Yes I agree - such bittersweet momemts are life altering.

[Omar Fendri]

the 5th and 7th stanza are breathtaking...
a very heartfelt story... really, this poem is a very detailed story.
Very honest and authentic
beautiful and unique way of writing
you're always shining ^^ i adore it :)

[Brittany W]

So very deep, with your words come deep emotions, i can feel what you write, great job.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

so very unique a write..

[JelliFyshKissUs]

This is more than a poem. This is a story filled with sedulous detail that makes me feel as if I am there in the rain with you. Though you speak with a moroseness for what happened, your words hold so much magic and beauty. I sense a drip of hope subliminally, though you don't say it. Terrific storytelling.

[Pax Analog]

The sense of jagged intimacy and paradox is vivid. "Mistakes" or "black heart" is questionable -- more like unqualifiable LIFE in all its strange tumbledown mystery and haunting evanescence.

This poem trumpets the edgy mad passionate journey of life itself being its fundamental point. Living, loving, remembering, feeling, wondering. . .

An oblique reference pops into my head: "My music's based on the mistakes," said Bob Dylan.

[Anicca]

Beautiful my dear, and so jam packed full of emotion. Brilliant write.

[David W Moore III]

the rain fell, washing away all the masks and all the pretensions and when all was said and done, away down the beach he walked... But moving down the beach another castle you should build with another king to sit next to you. Sand castles made of time, eternity played out in waves.

[Another Relic]

It's always such a pleasure to read your poems because of the feelings you leave the reader. (Meaning me, ha) I could picture the whole scene and that bittersweet memory you speak of. Odd how some memories are like little deaths. Whether good or bad, we can never get them back and I guess sometimes thats the sad part. We win some, we lose some. Guess that's how we learn. Loved it.