Divided Souls

3-part poem topic: love Note: This poem contains allusions. Everything is intentional. The first serious poem I've written in a while.

Divided Souls

I.                    The Sun Also Rises

 

Morning is the cruelest time;

The skies are unclouded, and, my love,

The flaming White orb rises from her slumber

When I do, and blinds me. The glimmer of her unbridled beauty

Lures me, and suddenly, I have this desire to

Walk to her and be mentally consumed in her inferno;

But I cannot because she burns me.

 

Every dawn, when she is awakened, you are awakened with her;

In a mountain of images you come before my eyes,

And fill in instants of recorded time,

For the day will not advance without this reminiscence;

Moments have ticked by since you delivered the news.

 

“why must you leave me, don’t, please come back”

 

I feel stranded, and free,

Even when you are not with me;

Strangely, my morning starts with you.

 

I shuffle off this mortal coil and

Continue with the hour; the sink is barren,

The reflection in the mirror is vacant and,

The eyes are drained: why is the world this way?

 

Hollow.

 

The first tear trickled from my eyes and

Doused the basin: pathetic. The next burst out

And wet the desolate land, now varnished with rainwater.

The sun was out, its rays striking me, pleasantly.

I cleansed myself.

The event was past; now, there is a sensual element to my day.

As I put on my raiment, I feel you caress my skin and

Wrap around me, tight, with your silken thighs;

I wear you from cockcrow to the hours of darkness,

Even if your body gives in and your breath runs out,

I will still wear you: for, your presence is the thread, stitched into my clothing.

 

Your charming cheeks greeted me at every breakfast with

Your serpentine curves and naked lips.

They reflect with great eloquence your warmth.

I drank in your company and became intoxicated,

Still fighting the effects of your natural liquor.

 

Under your influence, I sit and write, and write,

And write until the sound of the typewriter keys

Echoes the rhythm of my heartbeat.

 

TAPtapTAPtapTAPtapTAPtap

 

TAP     tap       TAP     tap

                                    TAP                 tap

‘Dearest Aurora…’

Argh! How shall I begin to express this love into words?

Where shall I start? I am like a fledgling flying around

My nest aimlessly, thinking, chirping my thoughts, trying to make

Sense of them all. But nothing. The paper is just one big space.

I became restless and impatient; and in three sharp bangs

I transferred my unease onto the object.

 

            ‘asdfg. hjkl   moknw’

 

Ah, now the page is dirtied with these nonsense words that

Serve no purpose; I have to start anew.

 

One.

Two.

Three hours passed and all was still empty:

The page, the thoughts in my head, all.

 

My eyelids, slowly shutting, brought down my heartbeat, steadily.

I, now slapped with exhaustion, made my mind blank and fell,

Sank away like a stone through earth and sea, reaching out to Him;

may He guide me through this ambition just as He did the beast.

 

II.                 The Letter

 

The mind she lives in, a polished cell with

Shackled chains and bolted locks, inescapable, and

Wet; wet with the encircling water.

                A stream rose,

Engulfing the prison and drowning her;

She, relinquished from her cage, was now banished from the mind’s links.

 

My eyes jerked open and I awakened;

Covered in sweat, I poured myself a glass of kind vodka.

The orb is now directly above me, the effect at its greatest.

Missing her deeply, I gulped the nostalgia away and

Continued typing.

 

The lifeless black words now gushed through me and

Filled the white paper, where she now contained.

 

Ay! ‘Tis too late, is it not?

Has she left home yet? I do not know.

Will she take time from her day to listen to my chirp?

Nay, I must not think like this!

 

My love, may you read my feelings and

Hope to change your course; may we become one again, like a compass.

 

The afternoon blurs into the evening

As I immerse myself in my drink; the orb now

Descending, passes off the burden to iris of the night, which

Troubles me the same: two eyes of one body, always

Watching over me; one smolders me with her thoughts and

The other coldly stares.

 

No! She ill-deserves this! Without warning she

Fled me!

                        No need!

          No need!

 

Yet, my feelings be pure and my intentions be genuine,

And oh! Oh! Do I love her so! We are branches part of the same tree!

I must! Yes, I must!

For the night is made to say the words you can’t say tomorrow-day.

 

The black words now illuminated, suddenly, awarded me with

Hope. As the cold darkness of the night consumed the world,

The warm light in the words kept me alive. The last thought instinctively

T(r)apped itself onto the page.

                      Done.

                            

III.               Dear Troy

 

I am but a dove in your cage, a flower in your jar,

A trapped creature requiring freedom.

Why must you keep me behind bars at all?

Let me go love, let me loose into the wild;

I promise I will be safe.

 

Take a mallet and bash open this cage with

All your spirit so that I may depart with ease,

And undo it all; undo the invisible stitching

That makes us one; then cut loose the thread that

Once touched me. I have done the same with you.

Make your life fruitful again.

 

Whilst that, crumple up the memories of me and

Toss them gaily into the deepest pit on earth; do

Just as I have done with yours.

 

If you have drank your mother’s milk then you will

Forget me; you think it hurts me not so? You are mistaken.

This loss is my loss as well; you are a part of me just as I am

A part of you; so pure as we both are, we have each other’s

Darkness inside us, pressed so hard into our souls that we forever

Feel the enduring effects of a love so dense.

 

‘Tis nearing summer; when the sun lingers longer 

Love and Passion shall flourish within us,

Directed at different darlings, and restore our

Once blissful selves.

 

You will reflect on this moment evermore, wondering

Why the strength our great love was a few short from besting

Fate; remember that Fate is an apathetic, prickly fiend

Whose thorns pierce through lovers’ hopes day by day;

We are matchless against it.

 

                             Let it do its job.

 

 

                            

                      Goodbye, forever.

                                   Aurora S.

Author's Note

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