Jealous Yesterday

I can't erase your sorry eyes

that crashed like waves on the shores of

my bleached sense of solitude

Over the ocean, tugging on the moon

a steely veil of ash and gloom

that shine like tranquil rain

weeping down the trap of an artist's window.

Red velvet lips kill another cigarette,

as dreams dance like lithely ballerinas

across these somber pages, I wrote

of latin jazz and macchiatos

Sipping history with a primal tongue

Lost myself again in the honey words

of your aristocrasy. Promises to use your love

To take my pain away. I wrote

About memories burning away,

fading in and out like a jealous yesterday.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Jack...]

This was tart and loose and swung like a heavy iron fist.

Over the ocean, tugging on the moon
a steely veil of ash and gloom
that shine like tranquil rain
weeping down the trap of an artist's window.

These stunning visuals in an abstract word tract have consumed me. You are one talented poet, and easy to understand...your from Texas.

[Kristallo]

Not FROM Texas, but I have lived here before, and do again now... I actually am not so proud of this one, it's old and when I read many of my older works, I cringe with doubt. But I am glad that you liked it, flattered. Thank you for reading and brightening my day with your kindness.

[Jack...]

I enjoyed it and found it very thought provoking. Don't cast off the old, they hold many special qualities.

[patrick hamilton]

good
i like

[Kenilo Kent]

I feel you close to this one...

[Kristallo]

Thank you for reading my words and taking the time to review them. It means the world to me, that even if most of my words were met with adversity, if I reached at least one person, than I have succeeded. xxx

[Kenilo Kent]

:-)

[Michael G. Smith]

If I were'nt already in love, I'd fall for ya! I think you sister, are going to make me a better poet!

[Kristallo]

Thank you so kindly. :)

[Mandyy Reed]

"Red velvet lips kill another cigarette,

as dreams dance like lithely ballerinas

across these somber pages, I wrote

of latin jazz and macchiatos"
I love it.I actually love all of it.Lovely written.Keep it up (( :

[Kristallo]

You are too kind, Mandy! Thank you for reading and taking the time to review it, i'm so glad you liked it. :)

[Mandyy Reed]

Thank you for creating such an amazing poem.It was my pleasure,keep up the good work (( :

[Tate Morgan]

Lost myself again in the honey words

of your aristocrasy. Promises to use your love

To take my pain away. I wrote

About memories burning away,

fading in and out like a jealous yesterday.

that hurt to read it was as if i was reading my own epitaph An old relationship that still haunts me and burns at my soul.

[Kristallo]

I'm honored that it meant something to you, Tate. This is a poem that still holds true to my life, no matter where i've gone. Thank you for reading. :)

[Tate Morgan]

you are welcome

[Wolf's Dark Song]

Very elegant work here. Your very skillful in your writing. They are a true joy to read. The visuals are a delight all on their own, put with the poem and you've created fantastic writing!

[Kristallo]

Thank you for your gracious words. I'm humbled. :)

[Alexandria Reece]

This feels like a David Lynch film mixed with a Degas mixed with a dark and quiet independent coffee house where the old leather chairs are worn out, the best to sit on. Where you can actually get poetry out without typical auras perturbing your creative flow.

'weeping down the trap of an artist's window.'

This sparked so many scenes from your one description. This had so many implications visually.. it's stunning the way you phrased that. There is something so timeless here... displayed in a modern framework where all of the best pieces have been fished out of the endless stream of newness to sprinkle now into then. It's so hard to find the beauty of this age sometimes, but you really have an eye for picking out the spectacular and stitching it in seamlessly.

[Muse]

Sipping history with a primal tongue
Lost myself again in the honey words
of your aristocrasy.

I love those three lines!

History, it's ironic how we vow to never repeat it. But when we we truly miss someone, we do seem to linger onto yesterday like a jealous lover than cannot let go. I think the title is clever. What is macchiato? lol I could not help but read the comment below...not everybody is a coffee nut. But that's okay, they don't need to taste it to truly understand it. A great write indeed. :)))

Muse

[Kristallo]

You are very kind.. and you should try a caramel macchiato sometime, their deliciously decadent! And yes, you've captured my essence at that time exactly in your review. Very candid, thank you.