Weeping roots

Shortened my words spit upon me the acid hatred, forcing a broken rhythm upon me.

Delicate aroma: a spice-merchant's daughter,
curled at the foot
of night's secrets
she holds a shame.
Runs, through forests,
thorns entwining within her;
merging to sharpened shards of resentment
pushing through her blood.
Her solace is in this isolation,
inner peace sought for under
our languid branches.
Night falls and
moon-called she flees,
back to the sinner's arms.
O spice-merchant's daughter;
my roots weep for you.

Reviews

[JelliFyshKissUs]

She runs because there is no peace to be found in her home... within herself... in another. She has been torn asunder by the world... by her own faulty thinking... and tries to find solace where solace does not exist: in solitude and in a habitual sinner. She is truly frail... a delicate aroma.. but continues to be handled by callous hands. Your roots are sensitive to her plight. Firm in the soil of genuine compassion that a soul like her needs to take under. Beautiful flow and phrases that make my heart rend for her. Your ability is uncomparable.

[The Eggman]

Wow, "Delicate aroma: a spice merchant's daughter."
My god how that phrase triggered all things beautiful to me about the feminine, "curled at the foot of nights secrets,...beneath our languid branches." If only I could spread my fronds over them all. Lovely

[100 Times of War]

I love your word choices. You are really good at playing with words.

[Patrick Sean Purdy]

I loved this one best. With so few words you have shown what most people never will learn, that to look for happiness, love and completion of ourselves outside of ourselves is destined for nothing less than disappointment. The shame that she holds is that she does not find her strength within.

Regardless, the imagery, the electricity, the motion, the scent and the essence of this poem are truly beautiful!

[Kat Collins]

Ah...the lusting of sin and its drug upon our soul. Lures us always with its siren call. She spoke to my heart, my hiding side, my darkness peeled back, exposed. Breathtaking in its desire. I'm in awe.

[Raven Starhawk]

I have read this a time or two and never comment but now I want to comment and let you know it is a amazing poem! Hopefully I didn't already comment. ^^* Even if I did this was still amazing.

[KrisK]

Powerful use of imagery; "curled at the foot of night's secrets", "thorns entwining within her"...the solace of a tree...sad, but with a sense of safety...effective dichotomy of images

[Nimbus Thread]

I was caught by the first line instantly, sketching empathy for an abused soul. Her plight is disturbing, your choice of descriptions sharp, tearing, entwined solidifies this. Seeking solace in a wise forest, where most would avoid at night, shows courage on her part, but even empathy can't hold a running abused heart. An excellent write!

[Desert Dreamer]

The troubled life of a human seen from the perspective of a caring tree. A sad story, but there is always hope to be found in the wisdom of trees. An excellent poem!

[Mariko]

"she holds a shame"
gold.

This whole poem is gold... but that line really caught me.