Crash

Crash

A Poem by Robin
"

ghosts

"

 

they gather on fire

in the flames of

valhalla and chrome

the spiral roar of memories

a lynx cradled in a torn photograph  

in the hands of a little girl

and her mother , in motherly rote
 
near their old wooden home 

under a spider web and a tree 

the ghost of her

wearing only my unbuttoned shirt

her tears against my cheek 

drowning in her cage of crushed dreams   

a suicide club

on a red raft , back stroking across twilight

and in my hands

a crumbled note of useless explanations

her voice writing fortunes in blood 

and a plate falls , and the night shatters 

and I felt her , there

still wanting to touch  ... me

watching , hoping

as the wall collapses

into broken secrets 





copyright 2012 Robin Christopher Amaral

© 2012 Robin


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Your writing has a profoundly moving quality, stirring deep memories up from far down near the bottom of the memory well...some though a single moment in time have such depth of feeling and possess the power to stop time...arrest and captivate ones attention and imagination. Though second hand the reader stands there with you in that moment.

Observably accomplished by superb phrasing, poignant strokes of ink that stir reality on a level that spans the darkly buried lows up though the passionate emotions of heart and spectrums out in the light whimsical afterthoughts which leave one pondering the true meanings of life.

Of the 5 of your poems I just read this one touched me the most.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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you write with emotion oozing out of every word..

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I tried to review this from my phone over at AB, but it wouldn't let me...

I tell you right now this one hits too close to home...They just took him off life support today.

I sit and live with the contemplations of suicide on a regular basis, bipolar mind set to a low. I was sitting in the hospital two nights ago, and met his daughter for the first time. Sweet lady, didn't need to see her father on life support. Man my heart sunk. He didn't leave her a note, just a bottle of empty pills. I don't judge him, I have lived in the thoughts that took and forced his hand, but the pain in her eyes, it shook me. A taste of reality.

RIP Cousin...

As always Robin, you've evoked my heart to stir with emotion raw!!!
Great Write!!!
RLG,
Tommy

Posted 12 Years Ago


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spiraling smoke of memory crystallized, word bound, ghost fed, presence of loss

Posted 12 Years Ago


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"and a plate falls , and the night shatters " beautiful and intense line. I really liked the whole piece> Incredible emotions.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Raw and vivid emotions of pain and loss animated into my mind through your uncompromising prose.
Another prize, shared.
Thank you!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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valhalla and chrome, eh? :) such a deep melancholy resides in these words here...

Posted 12 Years Ago


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'they gather on fire

in the flames of

valhalla and chrome'

a stunning opening and some lovely descriptions and images flood through the poetry building layers of nuance and meaning. this is intricate poetry that tells a story, emotional and rich in texture with a sad edge. utterly briliant!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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and a plate falls, and the night shatters and I felt her, there
still wanting to touch me.. amazing! you captured one of those moments, from the other side, and penned it beautifully.
back stroking against twilight...beautiful.

Brilliant Robin, like most of your work these days. Thanks.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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A flowing stream of personal tragedy, the water passes through the rocks and is gone before we can do anything about it but watch and cry.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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This prose skates a fine edge. A high wire feat, dangerous balance that can only yield the exquisite images and haunting story without losing style and concept. But then it goes further, revealing deep inner personal feelings and an emotive spell that uncovers all the broken secrets. Master stroke here. Bravo.

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