Turning Back

Torn aside, you walk the lace in crescent moon at three a.m, I am still falling, you pass me by, I turn to your laurel lips, curving hips pressed as something inside me dies, somehow, whenever you're near, whenever I hear you smile, whenever these wanting hands guide me slowly, as your silence speaks from time to time again, time when ours was skin on skin, when the well in me was just to hear your voice, when the wish for seaman to break the sea, turning back I will search perhaps the last of winters for my lace that rained late silver blue.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Desiree']

If I pass by you, Perdition, I shall never pass you by.
Your voice speaks volumes without your lips moving.
The subject of your passion is, indeed, my envy.
The silver blue of your memory is my forever design.
This is so beautiful. Just beautiful.

[Perdition]

Finding these words to offer of appreciation for such kindness as thought by way of your review leaves me nearly lost in the rarity of silence Cam, ..never, ever let your passions be swayed, nor your talent betrayed by any reason. Poetry comes just as rare through review as by the poem and should never be diminished by lack come to any reason, nor the absence in its grace that raises from your voice, the rarity of talent will always be judged and questioned, as well as the welcomed breeze along with your kindness and passions released. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise as poetry knows not but of beauty and such ways of suffering through truth, just as the rising sun comes harshly through the darkness, so will the words of the reviewer, delivered by any source that might be rendered. Your review is as fresh-tempered as any poem you review..in short, many thanks graceful Poet~

[Desiree']

I'm lost in the beauty of your words as always. You deliver such a message, it reverberates in my heart, Perdition, never to be dismissed. Damn the message. Let me hear the words of this poet. Let these, your words, repair my soul. Perdition.

[Kelly Scheppers]

The well of words you draw from to fine tune what you are feeling is an inaccessible place, that most of us can only wish to venture into. It's been a while. Welcome back, Joseph!

[Perdition]

Had you looked down that "well" you might have helped me return earlier Kelly...lol. As always too kind and with a plethora of smiles at hand for my momentary return...I Have elephants and an Island upon which I must flee....ask no further questions as I am sworn to secrecy...lol. Hugs dear poet and Happy Hearts Day should I be back mysteriously missing yet again ;)

[Kelly Scheppers]

...thank you, darlin. Be safe, hurry back and have a happy hearts day!

[Amy R]

What a great write, emotions were felt throughout your poem.

This poem reflects on the emotional impact of a loved one, evoking feelings of nostalgia and yearning.

The imagery of the crescent moon and lace suggests fragility and beauty, emphasizing the fleeting nature of love and the pain of separation. Also the use of alliteration in phrases like "whenever you're near" and "silence speaks" enhances the musical quality of the poem...

Your poem captures the universal experience of longing for someone who has had a profound impact on one’s life, evoking empathy in us readers. Thanks for sharing such an authentic poem.

-Amy.

[Perdition]

Been on a bit of a hiatus lately but did not mean to ignore such a beautiful review and writer/poet. Loved every word and thank you so much Amy!!

[Amy R]

You're welcome, that's okay, keep good.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is such a sensual nature to this poem...I knew a woman once...it was a very romantic and sensual relationship...but the long distance made it go asea and the ship got lost.
j.

[Perdition]

And in the bottle adrift, no land was found nor wished for centuries..thanks J.

[Poetic Beauty]

This reminds me of someone who is traveling through past adventures of the heart and mind; of a love. It comes creeping in under a moonlit sky.

[Perdition]

Such beautiful words, such a wonderful review...there is a place I go and all those wonderful adventures hover over me and I have to lift myself back...or wonder what the next to come may be if not the same and hopefully not but what is life but love? Hope all is well in your wonderfuls~

[Poetic Beauty]

Life has its trials and blessings. I am doing well.