Undone

Each evaporating night

is drenched by an unquenchable thirst

forcing my fingertips to take a lacerated flight

to find, and trace,

the eddies of your softly flowing breath.

but alas!

your see-through dress

drifted beyond the suspended sunset

and the twirling cinders of our unmade bed

are cold,

lying still, forsaken,

in the valley of yesterday's marvels

where once I was roaming entwined

by the nubile haze of your penetrable lullaby..



Metallic shadows of black swans

from within the eclipse of asphyxiating twilight

call for me,

inviting my immobile waxen flesh

for a last shivering dance

and as they sing their mournful songs

throughout the slaughter of white Chrysanthemums,

they breathe into my naked soul



Oh, Sweet Beloved,

I am undone...!



Alone, condemned

beneath God's exasperated planetarium

in the liquid embrace

of my own great collapse,

re-dreaming yesterday's dreams

that soon will be tomorrow's lost hopes,

on this forsaken checkered board of Joy and Pain

I call life...

Reviews

[PearlPoet]

Legdrágább barátom... sigh, this is truly European core writing!!!! sorry, can't help it, you so dig the senses, in all matters... in love with this piece, truly. There is so much melancholy, sadness, but you have that gift, here... there is nothing more needed when true love awaits, and is so much described the way you do.Te tényleg él, a legmélyebb érzéseit a lelked. you know? Other can't beat it.... awesome!!!

- Elisa

[PearlPoet]

Oh Sweet One you are too kind ~deep deep sigh~!!!
I don’t know if it’s a gift or a curse but when I write I give away a part of my soul , by reaching inside as deep as I can, that’s when I can feel and see all these pictures in my mind and Im trying to use words, poetry to paint them on the paper.. Sometimes it takes such an emotional toll an me because every word, every thought like the clearest mirror, reflects the true Me, and I don’t want to read the poem again... such as this one I haven’t read it in years...

And you should never stop doing that!! nagging here lol, in all good mood :D :D because you truly are gifted! I think you're a musician too, if you write like this... I do know what you mean, exactly. Each write of a pure soul writer, felt like "a shame" after, but it isn't it's truly art, and you should love yourself a bit more for accepting that ;) because you are art. And I am saying that, with my whole heart. (don't do it often)...... !!!!!!

[PearlPoet]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~hugs~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(((HUGS))) back, and seriously, I understand why you didn't re-read it in years, you're brave to do it and have done it just now...... my friend. I felt the pain, loss, hurt, you're amazing, you did just now... again. xx

[Micheal Firth]

I love how dark you write haha truly awesome. I feel very somber but touched by every line like it pours out easily and naturally. I can only assume while you were writing it there was no hesitation, and you completed it without a second thought! My favorite portion was this fragment of enlightenment:

"drifted beyond the suspended sunset

and the twirling cinders of our unmade bed"

Thanks a lot!

[Traci]

A very deep, meaningful poem, full of emotion. Your writing style reminds me of another I read .....
well done, PP.

[PearlPoet]

im glad to see that you felt the read. i havent seen my my style of writing on this site but if it here I would love to see it :)

[00000000000000000000000..]

Wow that was profound! Your a beautiful writer:) I mean that.

[PearlPoet]

thank you so much for your words dear jonathan.

[0000000000000000000000000000]

Your welcome.

[Buddhistboy73]

A real rollercoaster of emotions in this piece...you do a good job of taking the reader on the journey with you...love the visuals here..and the final stanza for me encapsulates the message here...love the final two lines....
"on this foresaken checkered board of Joy and Pain"
"I call life"....

[PearlPoet]

Thank you again BB for dropping by.... Once again Im humbled by your praise...

[Buddhistboy73]

Well...as a regular visitor to the Cafe, this poem stands out from the crowd, not because the writing is normally sub-standard, but because as a writer, I believe that we have an innate knowing of when we read a GREAT poem. And for me, this is a GREAT poem.....seriously.....
I love the way you have taken great care over each word here....selecting each for the reader's delectation...I truly loved this piece and feel the passion behind the words....a fine write..:)
BB

[PearlPoet]

You just rendered me speechless dear BB ~smiles~ Thank you for reading me...

[Kt k]

The lines in this poem are so beautifully strung together i never your talent of such deep meaningful line still sounding smooth and gracefully keep writing :)

[PearlPoet]

Thank you so much for your words!

[Rita L. Sev]

Life is indeed a game of joy and pain - and memories... Well penned piece, PearlPoet! Ilike the the flow f this.

[PearlPoet]

Thank you so much for reading me!

[Sue Hart]

It is quite lovely. Being new to poetry I had to read it four times to understand what it meant to me. This was very deep in meaning and surprisingly I saw the flow of life ending. Thank you for posting. If you have anything further to comment on, I'd be interested to hear.

[PearlPoet]

Thank you very much Sue for dropping by at my poem. I went to read you profile and I understand that you are looking for feedback, advice on your novels. Unfortunately English is my 2nd language so Im afraid that I can be any help to you, sorry... ~hugs~

[Sue Hart]

I appreciate the thought. I just wanted you to know I read your work. I don't expect everyone to read a Romance novel. That would be unrealistic.

[PearlPoet]

Knowing that you read my work brings me so much joy. Maybe if I’m being read
I will start writing again. Thank you Sue!

[Sue Hart]

You are welcome. It would be a pity to stop writing such beauty. Please do us all a favor and post more.

[Kt k]

Yes please dont stop writing your words hold much knowledge and are so gracefully strung into poems take it from someone who stopped writting, after somone told them how much there writting sucked and would never amount to anything you will regret it if you do stop because of the unforgiving grace of others and you will regret it just as i did for listining

[jacob erin-cilberto]

geez, life and relationships can make us feel totally undone, unmade...like the bed we slept in with a significant other that just brings back memories..and makes us reach out for that person who is no longer there.

we re-dream dreams...but often they remain, only dreams, no matter how many times we try to dream to life.

jacob

[PearlPoet]

Thank you for feeling this Jacob, it means much to me.
The poems Im posting here are old poems that were inspired by my Beautiful Beloved... Unfortunately our Immortal Creditor has called upon her and I shall feel her nevermore..