To X

Out on the illogical streets

battered by the soul-cleaving wind

I had to go, in retreat

from the awe desolating my heart

and a nature all immersed in the dark.

 

But as from stark black earth

life inexplicably sprouts the stems

up till then drowned in the mud,

so your eyes cast light on my anguish

and reveal a hymn celebrating existence.

 

Must be work of the Lord

what is now humiliating the blue

through refined gestures of face

and a smile unaware of its grace,

as just naturally beauty shows her truth.

 

In no pondered example of art

I have met such a threat to the heart,

'cause sustained by your soothing perfection

is relief my own only dimension, but

without you -please, no- it's just gruesome desertion.

Reviews

[cest la vie]

X marks the spot..on your heart.
Great piece and the flow is seamless..
Your ending line is so powerful...

[No More]

Damn site, I just deleted my previous review because when I came back to your poem I saw my stuff listed twice. Now they're both gone. :(

Anyway, again - gorgeous work. It's been added to my favorites. :)

[Molly]

Niiice. You remind me of Robert Frost in a way. I like your word choice; you seem to be playing with them.