Ahab's Ghostly Limb

Silence of me

 In case I lose my thought

Ill find you in my exasperation

An old soul I claim to be

Inside it claims me

Years before I misplaced myself

Shadows, memories of every girl

Sifting through my past

I follow the color of present

But I fall into the abyss of the black and white memories

 

Over Sweetened white tea barely knows my troubles

Frames with no pictures

Dismantled and face down

Recollections flooding my eyes

Quiet enough to hear no beat of chest

I left my heart in an orange seat in Charles de Gaulle,

Hood up I cried to myself in the metro

I promised a love I had no intention of keeping,

Pont Marie was my accomplice.

A full of s**t 15 year old version of me…Thoughts like storms. With every woman lighting up the sky.

            A girl on my arm

            A needles embrace

            An exhale of thought

            Catalyst to my mistake

            Ginger ale and Swedish fish

            Cocaine and her moan           

Hendrix sees through me

Paris makes me miss being alone

Fort night leisure's

Mid-day calvados

Delicate care of your lips

In the end I was not your home

You stepped out of the painting before it was dry

You left me with shadows and cold limbs.

I left myself with poems and old buildings

5 am day-mares

San Pellegrino prepared

Running a bath

A first drag

Submerging

Gasping for the present

The past is too far away

Exhaling for a future even further

A good day

 A bad day

A day with her

A day with myself

 A day barely worth starting

A day waking up to your eyes

I look in the mirror

The duality of myself no longer exists

Ready to try another day full of black and white memories.

 

Reviews

[Bella]

For some reason, certain parts of this remind me of a Sylvia Plath poem that I love. I don't mean to compare your work to another writer's, but it kind of reminds me of it. In a good way, of course.
Anyway, I really I liked this poem. The imagery here is so good. Great work!

[justjenn_2u]

I enjoyed the line:

"You stepped out of the painting before it was dry". That line, itself, has so much meaning. Paintings are mean't to be beautiful and everlasting. She was gone and so were memories which could have been made.

I love the short word phrases throughout. These short words allow the reader to pause a moment, picture the word in the mind, leaving an image of your meaning.

Good job here.