Shouting At Diamonds

When reconciliation is impossible

Shouting At Diamonds

 

Night creeps in drops

And slithers weaving its

Way through the back garden

To rest on my window sill again

 

I have known you long

Long years now and with my

Innocence you painted blood

Across the seasons blessed with sun

 

I would count it joy

To see your smile remake

Your face as you lean in

Close and whisper

Truths only I believed

 

But time winds down

To sleep and understanding

I am lost in a world that

Smells of frost and broken vows

 

For while you were knitted

For this place 

A native son

Of the abandoned factories

And crumbling warehouses

I am the memory of all 

That is left behind

And I dare not linger here

In your shade

 

-Zoe Richardson

Author's Note

Thank you for taking the time to read my work. Say whatever you want!

Reviews

[emmajoy]

How emotionally but honestly you've felt the past and yet, found the courage to let it rest. Again, as in your other poem - you've used metaphors which say so much more than mere letters: ' I am lost in a world that - Smells of frost and broken vows ' And as for your third stanza and the included, ' .. see your smile remake - Your face.. ' it could fill a tome.

[Zoe Richardson]

The best expressions, I think, come from that place of raw honesty. Where you feel the deepest hurt and the only way to get it out is to write poetry!

[LostSage]

Oh my! Just the title is intriguing! Who shouts at diamonds? This reaches deep into the reader. Painting with blood, slithering. I sense disappointment in this. Just like a lot of the rest of us. Let that emotion out. Keep writing.... I will keep reading.

[PlayWrite]

really gives human personality to the inanimate object and brings the subject to life on the page

[Zoe Richardson]

Thank you! Sometimes you have to bestow life on something inanimate to convey the right feeling.

[PlayWrite]

youre welcome

and very true

[Marina]

I read and then reread your poem. I thought it very profound and realised I was trying to read "between the lines". Wanting to understand the person behind the words (theoretically speaking) because I could feel a little of what they felt.
Very moving words. Thank you for sharing.

[Zoe Richardson]

It's pretty simple, really. I was in a place I didn't belong with someone who did not want me there. But I am glad you found your own meaning in it.