PAINTING (Loud Moments)A Poem by Butch DecatoriaMemory like brush strokes, a museum of longing....
Love is the exquisite pain
The poetry of sultry rain The unison of our breathing Fogging the windows Before the hollow sirocco moan That paints cold grey lonely Hallways A dim pomegranate Velvet red Sorrow Bloodied Walls of the new moon Even now in memory's whisps How exquisite the frame Picturesque recollection A Polaroid for the finality of farewell Just us / ghosts now Without / but dust / once was None-such a void / dilates Can emptiness be Felt Enflagrante burn Enflamed diminishment? Seems the loud moments remain And I notice there is a shadow Sinking in his seat Nostalgic Hermes in yesterday's flight Winged feet ready to run from defeat Luckily sleep ends him Before too deep his weeping Drowns reason in its thundering All intention deigned Defeated slump No dire aches Mumbling To a corpse heavy mind Lacking a fleet of feeling to combat self hateful Blight Gone in the gloom Which is palpable like the taste of smoke That carries warning signals to the sun Going Gone With the will o' whispering past Yet shadows are forgetful in dreams As we are sleeping to wake In beaming Waking to hope Live The dream If We have tomorrow Seize the day So We will see Now Memory echoing from touch Our bodies quake... Inspired much Hearts rush And still the loudest feelings remain An old painting in its frame Our art the exquisite pain As heaven continues to pour down You and I remain Our Love our loudest moment : Canvas to frame/ A window and the rain... © 2014 Butch DecatoriaReviews
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Added on November 1, 2013Last Updated on November 24, 2014 AuthorButch DecatoriaLas Vegas, NVAbout"I cannot wait to see tomorrow, but I will live like--I just couldn't wait!" --yours truly "In The Church of (My) Life, Love is Worship" -- yours truly Lets101 Quizzes - Fun quizzes for blog .. more..Writing
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