Signs

this dull ache bears a misplaced name

scratched out in midnight moon-paint

upon a wall I used to brush with lover’s eyes

as you breathed unholy hymns upon my neck

soft as the whispers of winter’s wilting leaves

regret melting gradually from black-ink branches

 

like a child, I cannot force the letters to commit

they will not become something they never were

no matter how many ways I rearrange them

 

they are the pale bones of an obsolete history

decomposing slowly in the backwoods of my mind

where stacks of caution signs rust red

beneath thorny vines dusted with virgin snow

Reviews

[Horizon K.]

I feel you are striking into new territory... A new panel of metaphors and design... A change of seasons in this onset of winter and his aftermath...

Anyway, I felt frigid, standing in the skeletal remains of a forest built from sad memories that can't be changed, even in dreams... he, is gone... and what remains of she, is broken, yet embryonic... My visions from this portrait of loss that you have so vividly drawn...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Horizon.

jacob

[Steven]

i know my assumptions going to be wrong but this feels like a person who watched a dear one die then are running in a random direction hoping they die from the elements before it catches up.

[David Scott]

Our very thoughts are a sign of where we were, where we are, and where we are going...
Life is full of such surety if we only observe... The naked limbs, the dusting of snow, the wind in all its qualities sings, sighs, whispers and howls the truth of it all.
Then there are times when life sends you such poetic inspiration the sign is laid out in lines and stanzas...
Reflective and melancholy. Still, I feel a strirring of hope, of confidence.

[Rashi Jain]

You bought beauty to it.Beautiful.Keep it up

[TL Boehm]

they are the pale bones of an obsolete history
decomposing slowly in the backwoods of my mind

I have missed your writing. Your uncanny ability to grab my heart and throttle it with a metaphor.

[Aprille]

"like a child, I cannot force the letters to commit
they will not become something they never were
no matter how many ways I rearrange them"
-- I really love those lines. And metaphors, structure, the vividness of the scene and the message. ;)
-olive.

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

Your words are pure beauty!

[ChemicalMadness]

such a stark dirge...it's not easy to convey vivid sensation in muted tones, but you did just that here. I can identify with the longing and the forlorn spirit here...there's also an obvious helplessness...to me, i think of how it feels to master something, albeit briefly, and then completely lose control - as if said mastery was nothing but an illusion. well done. i've missed your words.

CM.

[B-poet]

Loved the conveyed written imagery here. The depth of your diction is what really keeps me wanting more after reading this particular write. Great work Girl Friday. A captivating composed write. :)

[Troy Henson]

Hello Sarah,
It has been some time...

A new type and style from you but none the less a piece that is written with pure emotion. You speak from the heart and your sadness is projected well. The heart aches Sarah and in turn speaks volumes to us to help us grow.

A wonderful write.

Regards
Troy