For What has Passed

Describe this.

 

Do you stare at a blank wall,

with these same images,
reeling, tumbling
around your masochistic mind

 

I see the flame in your eyes,
smokey sorrow, fading embers

 

There are passing moments,
as I drive

cigarette
 burning bright
in the evenings
and

I think

I see your face
 your car
in the distance

Fleeting, passing,
inadvertent

 

And I have to
wonder
if you ever, just
ever do
the same

 

I wonder

 

Were our smiles always
teemed with pain?

 

Were your words,
softly spoken,
meant to be engraved?

 

They are written on your
grave,
the one that looms
in the backdrop
of that place

   I hold in my mind.

 

Sacred, Consecrated

 

A place we created,
with the breaths
we breathed
into trembling bodies.

 

I lie beside you, there,
that forgotten
piece of me

 will never again

see the Sun

 

Do you dream these dreams?

 

A restless, fitful sleep
where you
cry out, a love soaked sob.

 

I'm drowning

Drowning

drowning

 

And its all

My Fault

Author's Note

If, Lovers are Wind Storms, just blow me Away..

Reviews

[Rouillie Wilkerson]

Too mushy for me but important that you can grapple and unleash this side of you I think.

[Pól]

Very poignant, and beautifully written. the eyes are important to you, you mention them in practically all the poems I have read, and you tell so much from them. You must be like Joyce- "the eyes are the windows of the soul".

[Moonflower]

The eyes are definitely something that I focus on, there is so much to be found when you look into someone's eyes, especially since most avoid letting you do so. You can tell if someone is lieing, being truthful, hiding sorrows...Yes, I do consider them important. Thank you very much for reading my work, glad you have enjoyed it.

[Somewhere]

I absolutely love it...I don't know what else to say. It's beautiful.

[Hippy]

I really enjoy your words, like you have a beautiful flow to it, but one thing that irks me here is where the lines a broken at. in some cases it is good but mostly hear i feel it is distracting and troubling to the eyes. sorry to be the downer here but it just throws me off.
but you claim it is all your fault but maybe it isn't maybe this is just how the path is to be taken, take all truth and learn from it, move on stronger, learn so you don't repeat

[Coyote Poetry]

The winds of old lover's faces will come back to us. I like the way you led me into memories and good thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Calypso]

Passion gone, happiness gone

[Nobody.]

beautifully written. it hurts....alot and often. but, it also makes us stronger.....a lot stronger. I really felt this one.
cheers!
RG