SO WE MAY LEAVE THE GLOOM

Oh, the end of love! It's a major letdown, a plunge into the mouth of a lover's hell.

 

when love dies,

we flesh-and-bone lovers

thrown into the void of

a nowhere evening

press the throttle

instead of lifting

a heavy foot

 

 

then like rag dolls

from love’s high tower

where once we reigned

where once we held keys

to the conspiracies

of the loveless

we plummet

 

going somersaultingly down

into the fiery chasms

that wait open-mouthed

their sharp picket teeth gleaming

upon which this night

in sad farewell

we impale ourselves

 

and in our hot little hands

so we may leave the gloom

of our star-cursed love

These crumpled reminders

These pink permission slips

signed by God and fate

wave like surrender flags

in empty black skies

 

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Reviews

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

Your command of language and creative ability amazes me, Sal! This is certainly an exceptional poem. Congratulations on your win. :-) Sharon

[Helena]

Excellent Sal! I loved this poem, so full of wonderful imagery and
the 10 words used to their best advantage culminated into one
brilliant poem.

Bravo poet!

Thank you for joining Tovli's contest.

Helena

[angelinmypocket]

So visual I could see you falling through space into a thicket of pickets to end your life and escape the misery. Love hurts, doesn't it? But I'll never beleive that taking your own life over lost love is the only way out of the misery.
Love/Liz/angelinmypocket

[kamikazebuterfli]

I love your use of language and imagery in this poem:

"going somersaultingly down
into the fiery chasms
that wait open-mouthed
their sharp picket teeth gleaming
upon which this night
in sad farewell
we impale ourselves"