Time Strange Cardona

It’s never filled 

These days absurd

The way light breaks off into mindless sorts

Emptiness 

Tin living

The child-like way it climbs my bed and believes I can sing away my darkness. 

Her letters in the oceans of my hand.

Floating over the surrealist horizon

In these frosty hours I become the fever of animal; An armada ship of the Council of Constance docked against myself.

An ebb morphed hollow face struggling in rags...

The dark needled vinyl. 

Yet this is where she smiles. 

Awakens in sway my horror.

My unclaimed void that coils within and yet I must admit these hopeless hours I tend to her shadow.

Hours I lay like a seed entranced. 

Trees o'er my 'bomination with their wooden armies-

Envious in my breeze.

I scan my inner welt with voices that are too soon melting my absent repose:

“When the chaliced Will pours and all life is splintered, there will still be this moment; this place of aspect and affliction.

Lingering where once She touched your hand".

 

Author's Note

Done???.I hate what this freaking poem is doing to me!!!

Reviews

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:: ah... "this place of aspect and affliction"... i dunno why but i find the lines of a song playing in my head... and they are... "i feel cold as a razor blade / tight as a torniquet / dry as a funeral drum" ... or something like that (not sure if i remember the lyrics precisely)... it's a pink floyd song... and this symphony of yours reminds me of those moments when i feel i've already been over the edge of the world and now i'm living the dark after life... still, i'm not convinced that there isn't more light (waiting to be discovered by me and only me)... and even though these days i'm "the place of regret and reflection" (to borrow your unique expression and adapt it a bit), i'm saying this 'light' stuff... like a child who is somehow looking forward to unwrapping mysterious presents...

[A. Amos]

I have to say your poetry is daring, stylish and mesmerzing.... That is true form of writing with freedom and expression of words are powerful..i truly enjoyed reading your work and will keeping doing that... Thank you for post..

[Emily B]

this is beautiful, haunting, full of life force and light

[Perdition]

Must be these days of winter crawling over me. Caught up in a battlefield with spring. Sometimes you just have to bring it out on your own. Or just wield a vat of wine...lol. Thanks~