CIMMERIAN MIRRORS

She channeled her anger,
colors of crimson red and
midnight blue, her canvas true,
walls she walked through

I extend a reassuring hand but
her palms hold the darkest storms,
she is lost in emotions
with no free hand to wipe
the cimmerian mirrors of her heart

but I am not clever enough or
wrong enough to fulfill her needs
I am here in her fear,
her halls marked with
the cruel and insincere,
a world of blood and stone

emotions I will atone,
I will paint her canvas in loving tones.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

A vivid hue of a write that combines the most common, but most beautiful of color primacy. You breathe excellence here.

[freelancejouster]

i can feel the power and anger in the piece from the first word to the last stanza. magnificent. one problem i noticed was that occasionally the end of one line would blend into the beginning of the next without a pause or punctuation and sometimes that made it difficult to discern what you intended. perhaps punctuation?

[Lily Mae]

This is an amazing write. Being there in her fear..and to continue to paint her canvas in loving tones.. what great understanding..love and want to see it through..x

[Cassie Fraga]

MAAAAAAAANE!!!! this has got to be one of your bests!! Im really diggin this piece Rene... def. going into my fav. pile!! sometimes a trusting geasture is all we need... thank you for the write my friend!!

[EMMIE]

You are so creative and talented with this piece here! Great work!

[WhiteWillow]

"I am not smart enough or wrong enough..." Brilliant line. Love the entire piece, one of hopelessness...and hope.

[Audrey Howitt]

Rene--I love this piece--especially the send stanza-- "her palms hold the darkest storms" just beautiful writing

[Morrigan Nicole]

Great! :)