Emanate

She was a woman 

that much I know 

Though I'll never understand such a thing 

that opens closed in wings and turns toward

light and pours in froth in spite of this 

Or from wherever this blessed river runs

like an anthem cursed with life         

the dark night I still hear inside her

But I shall never fathom near

or know of why she lived

let alone of how she died

But to walk away or to understand this masquerade 

is to know enough to pay what

perhaps I was never able 

Perhaps the world has failed to turn again

God wish one solid lie that can understand such a thing as this  

but to a knife nothing commands so well as hers

And to the wounds tangled into minds

a thousand worlds I’d write and suffer each as one again 

like a bird nailed inside a cage that cries for wings it cannot find

Oh, take that thirst come morning we can never fill 

and to all the controversy of love and laughter that grows by hour

or the brackish shallows where I found her swimming as chance will finds its hook

I send the words goodbye for in avalanche 

over time in time to come

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"Any man who understands women is one." Waylon Jennings He never said how Jesse felt about that declaration but I'd have to agree since men and women seem to think and reason in different terms. Ah, but women, what wonderful beauties, complex and enigmatic as they are. Sometimes we get lucky and win the favor of a good one.

[Perdition]

Such luck as this favor is drawn by those crazy tides, indeed! We must learn to relish in those moments that are many times lost all too soon. Strange we continue as a species at all.. hahaha. Appreciated and every word agreed~

[Poetic Beauty]

Some people for whatever reason never find water that quenches their thirst for it is lost within the trauma of knives that have been thrust upon them without consent. A caged bird with nailed wings needing to fly beyond the sky to where ever lets them escape even if for a brief moment before they feel caged and threatened once more…

This is my humble take on this poem with strong lines and sad untone

[Perdition]

Ah, but for that of poetry ...every word that lingers in the rain and returns to us over and over till eventually we admit its love...nothing that compares or ever can; poor things that surround us. Thank you most sweetly for such kind words Poetic Beauty~

[Poetic Beauty]

Love is love with all its magic and shadows