I curse the day

I curse the day

As does a vulture - its living prey
I cursed that day, I met you
I rue the day, I drew breath,
And you kissed me.
Almost; resuscitating, me
Back from a living - death.

I curse the day
I meditated my heart hewn
Like a green bamboo cane
You press your lips to breathe.
I cursed the opal moon...

I curse the day
Those pea-green shadows leafed
Like living, blades, through my soul.
Naked you swim beneath my skin,
And redemption pardons me.
Restores me like a pearl therein.

But you my black swan
I curse the day
I fell in love with you: My doe eyed faun.
I curse the day
As does a vulture - its living prey
I curse that day, I met you.

I rue the day, I drew breath,
And I kissed you.
I curse the day
Those pea-green shadows leafed
Like living, blades, through my soul.
When empty black wings flew,
Despairingly, apart with nothing left to console.

Reviews

[Dhaye]

A bittersweet memory of love...

Is it an irony that you curse the day but in your heart, you love that person?

Well-presented. Keep it up!

[Mark Heathcote]

Thank you for noticing it. That’s why I penned it that way. :)

[Dhaye]

I love Irony. That's why I said it's well-presented.
You're welcome.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I fell in love with you: My doe eyed faun. -- this was my favorite line...beautiful image.

This piece was powerful. I could feel the longing, the regret, the expression of pain through "cursing the day" that love was found and then taken away. Great imagery, and the flow was very nice in terms of rhythm and tone. Nicely done. Look forward to reading more from you.

[Mark Heathcote]

Thank you for such a lovely review Sarah I’m pleased you liked it.
And glad to be making some new poetry friends. :)