Bitterness

Withered hands are steady 

Holding on to what was mine, 

Cool as any cucumber 

Pickled in life's brine 

All our faults are realized 

In each silent moment passed, 

Hope no longer overcomes 

These memories I've amassed 

Your absence is a ghost 

Quite an unforgiving wraith, 

Devouring all my love while 

Poisoning my faith 

So take me in your arms 

As an answer to my plea, 

And whisper all your worthless words 

One more time to me

Reviews

[charlie]

At the time of this review you have no comments on this piece, yet 61 views... It's an oddity - this poem has such a smooth rhythm, well fitted form, intelligent feeling (with palpable brine!), and no reviews??
You seem like an earnest poet, G: your writing reflects discipline and sincere regard for poetic craft. This poem "Bitterness" is a great example of that. I think it is that dedication which has framed the subject so well, too. It's smartly composed, yet still so accessible to the reader.
I really like your work.

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you. I enjoy yours as well.

[John Byrd]

Absolutely beautiful. I really like the rhyme scheme used and the last stanza is perfect.

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you :-)