Still Bleeding

How exactly does a broken heart feel? (ask me)

 

 

 

Still bleeding

 

 

Sadness bleeds the weeping heart

beyond the clouded penitentiary

where tombstones sit in lighted valleys

and songbirds fall from the skies

 

Wallowing on gallow’d heels

past lavender of the once scented

Scraping the white picket fence

till flakes of life rest scattered on the sun baked walk

 

Cracks in the concrete beckon,

whistling in the wind swept frowns

on a truthful Tuesday

that holds no meaning

 

At this gathering, the masses run

and banners wave a hasty lingering farewell

Popcorn vendors remove their striped clothing

of peppermint colors and butter stained collars

 

Trees leave and leaves wither

beneath this canopy of sorrow

painted in a language

that does not include love

 

A lone black cat zigs and zags its way,

searching for a soul it may affect,

as wingless butterflies squirm in rhythm

to “Born under a bad sign”

 

Dreams now sent afloat on aimless streams

of melting memories are softened by the heat

yet intensified by the arcade mirror

that skews the view formed before the mind

 

Carnivals use this day to guess your weight

for your age does not matter, you are dead anyway

In your right hand one half, in your left the other

two pieces…still bleeding 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading, even if you don't

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow Jack this is deep sad and profound. The imagry and depth of imagination you put into this is sublime!

[Jack...]

Thanks John. I appreciate your kind words.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A very emotional and statioend piece that reads very well.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Thomas.

[Sami Khalil]

"Dreams now sent afloat on aimless streams
of melting memories are softened by the heat
yet intensified by the arcade mirror
that skews the view formed before the mind"
I feel the bleeding of sadness and missed opportunities in this great write painted in a language of sorrow where like you have said : "Songbirds fall from the skies."
Thank you for sharing even the dark moments...:)

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Rita L. Sev]

A sad and rather macabre side of love, presented with your usual skill with imagery.

A lone black cat zigs and zags its way,
searching for a soul it may affect,
as wingless butterflies squirm in rhythm
to “Born under a bad sign”

A standout stanza... though at first I read "affect" as "infect" (which would also work here...)

This one is fascinating, Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Rita

[Angel]

And the beautiful young princess weeps...
Magnificent piece, Jack. A bit different than your usual romantic waltz...this is still music, allbeit a kind of dirge.
Well done...

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend. I appreciate your kind words.

[Emily B]

oh, wow, it is generally with words like these that i mutter something unintelligible like oh, oh, oh

please don't be offended at my lack of sense

[Jack...]

No offense taken, some days just take a lot out of us. Thank you so much for reading my poem. I appreciate you stopping by.

[Emily B]

i have foolish ways, but i always know the good stuff