never thought I'd say things like this, but

careless laughter falls,

like multicolored flower petals,

from a cloudless blue ceiling,

 

stars for eyes

light the forever face

that calls me home.

 

nothing lies dying or suffering,

even in the darkest corners,

of our warm and painless

nest.

 

happy sky sleeps overhead,

like an old dog on his favorite chair.

 ground never trembles or cracks.

 

even the oldest comforts:

a pop kiss, a tight hug, a mages wink

seem new as shiny miracles

each time they land on me;

 

butterflies at play,

and whispered lullabies

tickle the infant skin of my soul.

 

when you smile,

the cockroaches of a dilapidated life

run from your blazing beauty.

 

I want to stare at you

until every death smudge

is washed from my world,

and every drop of venom

has dried in my glands.

 

only you could turn

my knotted rattlesnakes

into a flock of gentle doves.

 

only you could heal the horrific

wound I'd become.

 

only you could make me fly.

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

So I was reading your piece, quite content and soothed, and then I got the shock of my life in these surprising lines:

1. the cockroaches of a dilapidated life
run from your blazing beauty

Indeed, I enjoyed to be shocked, and it made me laugh! And after that it was the other side of love and pain.

[Sarah]

this poem is very efective with very string words. lovely work...

[What happened to simple..]

Cockroaches running from blazing beauty,

'I want to stare at you
until every death smudge
is washed from my world,
and every drop of venom
has dried in my glands.'

My God this is unsettling, but in a good way. Like the opposite of insane nerves at meeting that person. Everything seems sinister in this moment, at this point - it's the tenses that do it.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Man, R.G. is seeing yellow submarines and s**t.

I kid, this is different for you, all happy and such at the beginning. But the references to roaches and rattlesnakes bring the R.G. back we know and love.

A fine, stellar write overall.

[SkinlessFrank]

all those brief moments, sun rays that keep us from stepping over the railing, cherish them

[Ed Hart]

hallelujah

[Amy Bumpas]

Oh, you do have a soft side I see...subtle, but there LOL!
I really love these lines:butterflies at play,
and whispered lullabies
tickle the infant skin of my soul

[Emily B]

careful what you wish for, sometimes the imagined cream becomes a curse

[Robin]

I thought I'd never say this but - Magical