Black lines on Dead Trees

A poem about the love of my life.

Cracked open, split down the center of the ribcage,

the binding hits the table with a resounding thud.

Thin yet coarse sheets of paper fly by.

Each time a new memory flutters out of the paper:

anxiously awaiting arrival at a promised destination,

relaxing on a summer’s eve,

taking advantage of an unexpected break in the routine.

I see flashes of long-gone faces and phrases,

glimpses of forgotten scenery,

stirrings of yesterday’s feelings.

Eyes stare, unfocused

between the spaces and the rows.

White wobbly figures form shapes,

the hieroglyphics of lost times;

men without symmetry swim and dance down the page.

This is my chance,

before I am ready to begin the cipher,

to watch the little men frolic.

I focus and blurred lines become letters, words, sentences.

I’m beginning to comprehend their meanings;

it’s all the same story, again and again.

My friends, you are simply black lines on dead trees.

How can you hold so much power?

Reviews

[GirlOnFire]

this is simply yet so meaningful poem..

This line really confuse me

My friends, you are simply black
lines on dead trees.
How can you hold so much
power?
I cant also find an answer in this question. Maybe someday I can answer this question, because right now, im still thinking the right and the true answer for this awesome question ..

Nice poem :)

[Ciara Beth]

I've always thought words can change the word. We'll never know how they can change people, and I think they're the most powerful thing I've ever experienced.

[GirlOnFire]

yeah thats true

[Joyce S. Greene]

Very impressive write, Clara. Those "simply black lines" hold so much power that it's frightening. I visualize you rereading your old poems and recalling old times, old faces. Lots of dreaming room in this one - you are gifted, indeed.

[Ciara Beth]

I'm happy you enjoyed a peek into my love affair with words :) Thanks for checking it out!

[Boranus]

very good. clean stanzas, good diction.
great ending! Dead things come alive with surprise.
it's really chilling especially at the end, it hits you like boom

[Ciara Beth]

I really tried to make sure the grammar and thoughts were clear and precise. Thanks for noticing!

[Katie Richards]

"Anxiously awaiting arrival at a promised destination"- love it. And, writing being one of the only promising releases in this world, write to the grave we will.

[Ciara Beth]

That's what I love about poetry. It has a different meaning for everyone. :)