Neruda

There are bodiless shadows

With shadows of their own,

Blood tearing canyons into hearts:

They lasso stars into mud puddles

And dose with children in the park.

 

There is pure sound without throat

Laying into night as rain in clouds

Or feelings into funeral shroud,

Dances with no one in the cold:

The sound of pure cold

Drowning at the heart.

 

I see, sometimes, when alone

The wind blows along the grass,

Through time, future to past and back,

Across clammy hands and cemetery stone,

Withered eyes and grey face

At a pace faster than lips last kiss

But slower than light’s last breath.

 

I can feel it blow the bodiless sheets

Freeze the fingerless rings

Kiss the faceless fear and stare

The gazeless stare into the ground

Reviews

[limbalring]

This is gorgeous. Just seeping with beauty.

[dovetailer]

Thank you for this...you speak of things that are vestiges of nothing...evidences of what was...but isn't...things once there but gone...like tombstones evidence a life once lived but no longer...
your words are haunting and ominous...the gauntness of reality...

[The Warrior Poet]

This is great work. I captures, it flows, it is succinct and yet reaches beyond itself in meaning - a meaning that carries forward without having to be pushed by lethargic words.

I applaud

[jdclytle]

you're pure brilliance!
" At a pace faster than lips last kiss

But slower than light’s last breath."

you are amazing with words, you really know how to use them!

[Alice.Valkyrie]

I just love the play of words, wonderful!

[Linear]

Like wow, now thats a chase, a rush an overgrown hush, a beat, without any retreat

simply put i loved it

[nothing]

This is awesome. There is no other word for it. Just awesome. I loved this one. You did great! XD Keep it up.

SGW

[Ruth]

This is almost ominous!
You have a unique way of expression love, a voice of your own! I am glad I found your work, it is wonderfully thought out:)
Brilliant work!
xx

[emmajoy]

' There is pure sound without throat ~ Laying into night as rain in clouds ~ Or feelings into funeral shroud, ~ Dances with no one in the cold: ~ The sound of pure cold ~ Drowning at the heart.'

Such extraordinary words, reminiscent of wonderful Neruda who could turn simple words into magic spells.

[tshigg]

At a pace faster than lips last kiss

But slower than light’s last breath.
Great phrase. I like it ! Good job.