UNTITLED #3

...being alone sucks...

UNTITLED #3

I tried.

I really did.

I tried not to fall for you.

But...

... there it was

in all its moon-glow affliction,

my heart,

alive with the temptation

of your word-breath seduction.

Oh....

....there’s no logic to it.

No reason

or rhyme,

just volition’s manifestation

and synchronization

of the star burst surrender

you aimed at my heart.

And I did

surrender,

in spite of myself.

Then...

....suddenly

the music of you

is gone.

Leaving only this

empty ache;

its hollowness

squeezes me dry of feelings

and cold abandonments

where even Dali’s surreal delusions 

seems like a Monet’s embrace.

And I am left with these last words:

EPITAPH:

Here lies Love

DEAD.

And you just pass by

as though it was

yesterday’s trash;

smelly, rotting,

averting your eyes,

while at times,

kicking at it 

as though it was never

ALIVE.

And to think,

it was only yesterday

when you held my hand,

metaphorically kissed my skies

smiled in my eyes

and said, 

“Here’s a rainbow for you”.

Then....

.....then, just walked away

as though 

I was the trash 

to be thrown away.

Smelly

Rotting

....DEAD.

~~redzone 8.24.14

Author's Note

thanks for reading...
captcha: what the hell is "tawnle"??

Reviews

[MsJewel]

Bittersweet and beautiful...you have touched my heart with this one Curt...so many amazing lines...
A keeper for me!

:) Julie

[kublakhan27]

I must confess that I was not ready for this...I knew I was going to relate to whatever I clicked on, for there isn't a poem you write that doesn't speak to me in some way, but this...sigh...I don't even know how to explain it my friend...I think I was fated to read this at this very moment, and will likely read it many more times before the day is out...I won't be kissing any skies anytime soon, not even in a metaphor...

[redzone]

come Steve, after reading one of my self centered feel sorry for me poems, is the best time to "kiss the skies", to live in and with metaphor and to see the reality within them... Where would we humans be if not for dreaming and trying to make them come true??? Hell, even when we hardly have language, we painted our dreams and life on cave walls, gifts that have inspired many generations since... there is a moon tonight, wanna go out and howl some??? be well my friend..

[kublakhan27]

Very true my friend...I've already done a fair bit of inner howling today haha...I will do my best...

[Pryde Foltz]

....there’s no logic to it.
No reason
or rhyme,
just volition’s manifestation
and synchronization
of the star burst surrender
you aimed at my heart.
And I did
surrender,
in spite of myself.
Then…

Impassioned and powerful, Curt.

[redzone]

Thanks Pryde, I am glad you enjoyed the read... maybe I should listen to classical music as I contemplate things more..

[Pryde Foltz]

Whatever works I think:)

[Lyn Anderson]

This is an excellent piece, I absolutely love everything about it. Its form, style, and wording are dramatic and impactful.

[redzone]

Thanks a ton KL... It started out just as the "epitaph" but the first part added itself somehow.. notice that I have "learned" the use of lie/lay.. lol, But notice too that in this case the "lie" seems to also more fit into the poem (both connotations) and is also "correct" English.. KL you are bad influence on me.. tsk tsk.. ;-p

[Lyn Anderson]

ha, ha, glad to wield a grammar whip.

[Sami Khalil]

A tragic love and romance indeed. This was powerful. Excellent, sir...:)......................

[Delmar Cooper]

There is a statement about all true stories ending in death. Taken to a logical conclusion it seems true. Do all true love stories end in pain, or is pain the ransom we inflict upon ourselves; the price of joy?

[Lydia Shutter]

Yielding to the feeling, relinquishing all power, abdicating at the behest of romance......ah, what a feeling. There are times in life we can not fight the feeling (hey, what a good title for a song! LOL). It seems right at the time....the notes are melodic and the breeze sways the two of you closer to one another...and then...and then....it all changes. How is it possible? That which felt so sweet is suddenly rancid. That which soothed us and made us feel like the world was in alignment is now kicking us to the curb....then throwing mud on us. The emotions in this one run the gamut and they feel honest, Curt. Very well written and “nice”. Lydi**

[redzone]

it's not love if you don't give all of you, and it's not love if it doesn't hurt if it ends... and also if its real, sometimes it hurts for a very long time, you carry it with you and it becomes part of you, hopefully, if you have learned something of its dimensions, you become a better person and can love better the next time, or it can crush you even more easily....

thanks Lydi, I appreciate how you have read this poem, the feelings are honest.... curt