Gifts

A tender night

For the broken heart he gave me.

Closeness falsified.

Does the pertinence have any guarantee?

 

In this poly fauna of laymen

I bent and plucked

The Stygian wings of the raven

That has had this world so heavily drugged

 

With the stench of despair.

Imbibed till up in the exosphere

Yet the world painfully unaware

But adoring and sincere

 

Over the gluttony’s  reverie

Author's Note

Stygian - relating to the Styx River. (Styx River - a river that forms the boundary between Earth and the Underworld (the domain often called Hades, which also is the name of its ruler

Reviews

[Jes' Pi]

Intense..just like a wild storm..

[Ana B.]

Thank you Atashusi :)

[Harley Quinn]

The first verse was my favorite.

[Ana B.]

Thank you Erica :)

[Adam Adams]

the world's absolutely so patched with some kinda plentiful pain that oft. disturbs us all overnight esp. when the "gifts -- the blessings" of love get turned into the "omens" of curse. quite an intriguing poetry you come to paint down in such heartfelt words. beautiful, as always. amazingly done, as usual. xoxo ;)

[Ana B.]

Thank for the beautiful review my dear :)

[Adam Adams]

been a pleasure, my dearie. xoxo ;)

[Jamestown]

I feel the sadness in heartbreak in these well written words:(
I agree with Jacob "you make heartbreak" sound good:)
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Ana B.]

Thank you dear James :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, you can make heartbreak sound good, Ana...

your phrasing is so beautiful...

i like the clash of feelings in this poem...it tugs at our hearts, positively and negatively...

just the way love stretches us both ways.

j.

[Ana B.]

Thank you for the beautiful words Jacob. Yes, life and love like to play merry-go-round with the heart...

[emmajoy]

Deep, deep and personal, perhaps.. or there again, richly imaginative and finely put.

Seems we feast on whatever desire at our disposal, not caring the result, just focussing on the involvement. And, whether good or bad, the memory retains what seemed vital at THE time. A private moment etched unseen by propriety. Perhaps.

[Ana B.]

A very clever insight dear Emma. It is up to us what to do with those ''Gifts''. Thank you for stopping here :)

[emmajoy]

Sometimes I think too much and get things so very wrong. It's always been a pleasure to read your words.

[Ana B.]

Well, i think there is no right or wrong when dealing with poetry))) thanks Emma

[emmajoy]

Would you please blog that in enormous font and in violent rainbow colours, PLEASE. :)

[Ana B.]

Posted in my photos)))))

[Ehra Khan]

This is a very intense poem. you have detailed it in precise terms.lovely

[Ana B.]

Thank you Inaya :)

[Chris]

We're expected to blend ...in... with the silence ...after. Some have intent just because they CAN - take as they please. And I wonder how they accept their own being taken.

[Ana B.]

i think the acceptance rarely ever happens. After all, if one accepts the going around happening, that one is able to SEE everything and FREE to choose as he pleases.

[Chris]

A real thought to consider...