dusk looms
so my hand reaches routinely
as I listen to the piercing silence
with just the sounds of crickets outside
isolated in their sameness I feel ironic sorrow for their unknowingness
an unexpected tear sneakily seeps
before catching it the burn begins
again a deep protruded stab
mingled with that excruciating dull ache
this sphere of intense sadness
encircles my heart
again
like a python
strangling as I try to gasp
then the burn reaches from heart to head
blazing thoughts rage
guilt, remorse, confusion, rejection I shut my eyes tightly, trying to find release
but the vision of that last time crisply burns
again
the depth of the colour in his eyes
the sensual soft kiss goodbye
the exquisite sensation of his touch
magnified
intensified
pulsated through every cell
the flood finally soothes the burn
eventually the heavy emptiness resumes
again
so my hand reaches routinely
as I listen to the piercing silence
with just the sounds of crickets outside
isolated in their sameness
Stridulation is "an action characteristic of some insects (ie. crickets) of producing a shrill, grating noise by chafing a serrated part of the body against a hard part."
My Review
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wowee love it, i will say however (if i may) that the capital letters at the start of some of the lines were not needed because the line was a continuum of the previous one, I'm more a fan of just having one capital letter at the start of the first word of the poem, obviously I am no expert and not qualified to dish out such advice but the overuse of the capitals especially in mid sentence can kill the flow of a poem , phew ....well your status did ask for constructive criticism lol.
That apart, I think this is one the best i've read of yours : )))))
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
— William Blake, Auguries of Innocence more..