Catherine's Death

This is inspired by Wuthering Heights...the feelings of Heathcliff

The sun sets upon my gaiety

As I turn to you

Only to see those listless eyes

Your dreams are long absent of me

You are grown cold

And dead underneath my hands

Yet my heart burns for you

I am pained by the yearning

That overwhelms my existence

Cruel...cruel you are

To leave me thus

Cruel to not say a word

Of love nor goodbye

I am unmoved by all

But your pallid, stiff body

And sleeping face that haunts me

In my restless sleep

Moving me to find you

And cradle you in my arms

Oblivious though you are

I am broken

As you have broken me

While you breathed

Even more broken

Because you ceased

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

And they say love poems always repeat themselves..
how the emotions you wrote here took me fast to that scene
between Catherine and him..which till now i could not understand
strange how love could turn to tragedy..but it did
and i turn to you but i find you different ,so cold almost dead to me
how it pains me..only a word from you could turn me alive again or it can
keep me ..and i move to you to find you always but never did
how lovely all this ..how sad still so lovely
I cradle you under my arms though oblivious you are
that i am broken for you..what lovely arrangements of thoughts and words
lovely write..

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Thank You, Blues :) I am glad that it allowed You to understand that scene

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Thank You, Michael...

[Michael X]

wow, this is a tremendous poem in flow and substance and the power
behind the meaning speaks of life, love and longing
and heart ache and memories in such a stunning way,
this is a fantastic poem full of emotion and raw abstract perspective.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

How interesting! Hmm..no..I think perhaps You should not waste Your time..he suffers because he will not listen..because he deludes himself...it is not Your fault...without being thoroughly acquainted with the situation..that is all I can say..I know the feeling...where someone keeps telling You You are or were something and they insist and insist as if You did not know Yourself..but You do...and You can't help it..being the way You are..and cannot be what is wanted of You..just the way Heathcliff couldn't get over the fact that Catherine no longer loved him..that she had her own separate life ..that couldn't include him in the way he wanted :/ it is sad how one can't get the other person to open their eyes..Though I am sure You cannot be far from the ideal :)

[Emily B]

I have my own Heathcliff apparently. He mourns the me that died so many years ago and I keep telling him that I only grew up but he doesn't hear me. He loves that ideal woman from his delusions and I'm not sure I have time or energy to unravel all his fables