Pages of Morning

Closing my eyes, I imagine the world outside in its unusual friction, struggling to read the pages this morning. The Sunday she left, sweetly diluting into the velvet strangers below and the bleak echo of the iron railing, my faithful witness to her ghostly evaporation. But with me still, this hour of sleep she granted, spreading her subtle perfume over our sheets and memories, posed as if in some orange still life, tossing about our wounds and vicissitudes. I am forever these patterns, scattered and dripped over pages of pages among my penance. The glowing of Vesta and cotton that haunts my room.

Closing my eyes, the montage of coffee and voices begin. Murmurs rise from the cafés below. As still she is out there I envision, shuffled among these pages of morning.

 

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the colors described in this poem. It helps give a strong visual and the smells perfume on sheets and coffee. Those help entrance the reader in the scene. I wonder where she has gone and why she left? So many questions that fill my mind with wonder and intrigue

[Perdition]

She is still where she has always lived or maybe not, I really don’t know but she left because I can only believe she has mental issues based on my experience with , but I don’t want or wish to think of her in that light as I did, deeply care for her. I suppose the bottom line is that she was abused and never really healed from that experience, either way it was a very sad time in my life but thank you so so much for reading what was such a passionate time of my life . It’s never a happy time when you try to work things out and they just don’t seem to work out no matter how hard you try, but thankfully we do have poetry to get us through these times, although it does not seem to be helping right now. Such is life I suppose. I do wish her happiness, although she tends to return and spread false rumors so please be careful and once again thank you for your kind words Poetic Beauty,

[Poetic Beauty]

Trials of love and loss are difficult especially when there are external or internal circumstances that create a barrier and what was can no longer be. Breathe and let the emotions pass through and flow along.

[Perdition]

Most definitely, and the deers and foxes that keep me company on my mountain walks through the VA Shenandoah mountains most definitely keep me smiling on my lovely walks as I keep feeling all that should been. So many broken hours beside broken humans can take a lifetime when you consider the beauty of what should’ve come to pass in this life….but such lovely creatures have come to join me on these longer days to remind me of just how blessed I truly come the colors, of seasons not to mention every beautiful sunrise and new generation of foxes, deer, bea, turkey… etc. Thank you for kind words… you chose the right poem during a particularly low moment, and your kindness was well received as needed so a smile with deep gratitude from the many critters including me .

[Poetic Beauty]

The Universe or to God works in mysterious ways. Sometimes when are feeling extremely low or stressed something simple happens that lightens the day or gives us a bright spot to look upon.

Your walks with the critters sounds like and beautiful and peaceful place to find yourself and let go of unwanted thoughts and feelings

I’m glad my review of the random poem I picked to read help you have a silver lining to your day

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Wth?what have you done with the former resident? I mean the last four or five pieces are.....great....but where are all the avocados and purging pursuits of the fever and purple lighting strikes...the ones stuck in the mud filled psychosis of a never ending...maybe even never beginning garages of giant cookies? I'm lost here, struggling with want of knowing that I can reach out and touch something that isn't even real!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Well it would a been nice to read the comment :(

[Perdition]

lol..Yeah it would. I tried but the site was against me. I figured I'd wait till morning and see if the curse was lifted. I wrote three comments and all of them disappeared before I could post one good one. How about "Thanks" till morning..lol. Oh and "garage of giant cookie"? Now THAT is some awesome psychosis!!

[Perdition]

So here I am trying again. Started to try and write Prose and mix in verse to just experiment a little and learn as well as experiment which was quite miid blowingl. I am loving the experience and it is opening a few more ways to experience my poetry as well as expand on the older style. Now no worries the oder style is still in here somewhere but really enjoying the new process. thanks Q.