sweet delilah rose (my barren hearth)

losing the mother of my children

sweet delilah rose (my barren hearth)

sweet delilah, I long for your scent,

you're the blackberry in my brandy,

and the savory in my sauce

the myriad forms in my hallucinatory release

the spirit in that verge of my cusp

sweet delilah rose

gone you are and I'm in exile

don't think I'm not as the idiot, smirking

while the waves flood through my castle

and remove, like a sandcastle in the flood,

the highest trophies on my mantle,

forged by Borat and hard love,

that was the family that it might have seemed,

for a moment,

that I took for granted...

my hearth is barren this day,

and all these sulken long nights,

my tears don't know where to fall.

in my heart, you linger like dawn's wings

i'm bereft even of your humor,

and my sons and daughter, like songs becoming forgot.

And I miss you, sweet delilah rose

your energy skitters through me one last, lonely waltz,

I'm okay but empty, when it peters out

that long wave receeding before my bleached out eyes,

And I miss you, sweet delilah rose

for the pieces don't add up,

the explanations harsh and wrong,

and

And I wanna be yours, a chorus with drumming,

The shearing of my soul,

as my temple's incense burns out

And I'm sorrier than you know,

like the saint smeared by slander,

I'm faithful to a T, but you lost my worth,

somewhere in your anger and desperation

and I wasn't there for you, that time;

I didn't know you needed me,

figured you were just out getting drunk

and I wasn't well, so I lost you

and the pieces are few, and charred

like a bovine patty that drips with the sickening grease

of a bad joke about cheeseburgers in paradise;

I seem to have lost my own road home.

I ask you to save me, from this vertigo ledge,

Above the damning waters of losing these kin,

sweet delilah rose.

8-29-2020

Reviews

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Your poetry here is wonderful, you can feel the deep, deep hurt, the longing, and the missing, and I can't help but wonder how you did it.

'my hearth is barren this day, and all these sulken long nights, my tears don't know where to fall. in my heart, you linger like dawn's wings'

Wow, that is absolutely beautiful and brilliant. When things have gone away and been taken from us like this when we love it so dearly, well the pain is like an explosion and you wrote it perfectly here. The regrets, the wondering, the hurt... not to mention the imagery is gorgeous. Thank you so much for sharing!

[NotUsinganymore]

Very romantic poem. I enjoyed it

[Ankita Dwivedi]

hey there, I can make out that you are new on cafe , i also joined a week before and i have formed connection with so many kind , warming and experienced poets .hope you learn and grow as a poet because there is a lot to learn here ..Also , people are really kind and helping .
your poem here is a wonderful one .when people are there with us we are often unabl;e to see how much they are giving , how much they are working , we know how hard it is when thety are gone ..you have beautifully explained the man's sorrow, his heart filled with regrets for things he has done , the assunmptions he made and one that can't be compensated and it is the biggest lesson of life ..time passes and then all that's left is regrets ...thank you for sharing such a wonderful work .
Love , Ankita

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderfully creative. Packed with metaphors. Also highly charged with emotional regret. An excellent write.

Chris

[WasteDragon]

hey, thank you. This is the first poem I've written since starting on Writer's Cafe just a couple nights ago, and there was a lot of inspiration from the other writers, including yourself, that this came out of, not directly but....reading other great poetry has a way of recharging my battteries. Which I'm really glad for.

[Chris Shaw]

Reading other poets can be a huge inspiration. Good luck.

[WasteDragon]

thanks, love.