Evening Sun

I sat until bones
became
brittle.

Pointed
like a double-bladed knife.

I sat

and let the air consume me whole,

melted into May
until ivy blistered my ankles.
I waited the most

and no one told me
it's not coming
back.

And I waited,
and I sat

blistered and
brittle
infected with
defeat.

Until teeth ripped through roots,
nails disfigured the petals,

And I moved.

Fingers deep in your soul,
in the hems of your dress,
as you pulled me through

until the evening sun

found my face.

Reviews

[RubyOmma]

I really liked it. If I may offer a comment I found the beginning a bit halting? The middle was my favorite. "No one told me until defeat. The flow was awesome there. Excellent work!

[Little Birdie]

I agree, it is halting indeed. I tried to make it that way though. In a way this poem describes my process of healing, which has sadly, indeed been halting :) I wanted to transmit some of my suffering in that accord into the poem. And hey, thank you so much for commenting!

[Shirlena]

Excellent but I knew you would be. I was referred by someone equally as talented as you and nice to meet you and your inner workings by the way :)

[Little Birdie]

this is so sweet! thank you so much :) and nice to meet you too!

[Shirlena]

Ur welcomed but you deserved it ;).

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

a crafted piece that is packed with imagery and feeling, well done, good read.

[Little Birdie]

thank you, I'm glad you like it :)

[Ars Goetia Poetry]

Love the imagery used here :)

[Little Birdie]

thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

"Fingers deep in your soul,
in the hems of your dress,
as you pulled me through

until the evening sun

found my face."

A splendid poem. I like the ending the most. Wonderful...:)................

[Little Birdie]

Thank you, I'm very glad you enjoyed it :)

[Sami Khalil]

I did. You are welcome...:).....................

[Frieda P]

Glorious imagery here, I really like the feel of this one...excellent read.

[Little Birdie]

Thank you a bunch!