Window Rain

Bound by chains of secrecy

oppressed by the words of faith

rising up

from the ashes falling

down on me like bricks and when

 

 I wait a little longer

when I breath a little harder when I

sweat a little faster nothing

stops and I feel drops of

punctual fashion trickling

sanely down my back skin

 

folding round the sinew and I

win again of only frost bite

bits of bitter bold desire takes

a hold before me as

the depths betray us

 

steadily I shiver

sold again to you

but with the passion of

the heist and

sinking

 

in your teeth

beneath my chin

inside 

my head you dare to

shed the watching

 

while I whisper

dying wishes, "let me tell you" what

I think I like

about the funky jones you've

given me for oddities of words

 

 running like mascara from those

pages in your mind;

the binding

"a's" caress my eyes,

massage my ears and oh it is already

 

 

time to turn the page,

to wait again for you to shun the 'done so thanks for

joining' in the sun she doesn't

shine when the time she stands

so still until the whining

 

winds don't dine,

for they know how to set me

free of days long gone

since I have passed

another whisper on to

 

where your lips have kissed her

and she told your lips to me.

At last, a summer breeze dances

like the dragonflies sent to

smother out the smelly spies

 

that beg of you so sweetly,

"let me spell" the magic

where we can

slowly let the tragic "Roming"

"marionetta" of

 

 

the living secrets

die. 

Reviews

[Dani California]

(a moment of silent admiration)

Shrew... I have no real words to offer at this very
moment as I am in awe of this.. and frankly, though
I caught much of it... am certain to have to read it
repeatedly to understand it in its entirety. This is
an incredible write..

"in your teeth
beneath my chin
inside
my head you dare to
shed the watching"

Brilliant. You should read 'unveiling' ... this
poem would serve as an excellent response
to that narrative ... at least in small part!

Exceptional work !! Wow...

[Seriana]

Holy crap!!! Shrew, this was fabulous! Were you angry when you wrote this? LOL I'm actually kind of speechless. This was wonderful. I think I'm adding it to my favs as well. Great job!

[THE LOST ROSE]

Great write. I enjoyed this line the most "steadily I shiver sold again to you but with the passion of the heist and sinking". I had to push away from the computer. Powerful stuff. Thanks for sharing. I love the depth of your writing.

[Donald Meikle]

That is one funky Jones you carry and the thought stream flows like room warm wine. Maybe next time comes to mind but who am I to know?

[.:Naiira Harlow:.]

I really liked this poem. It seems very unique and well thought out. I can see alot in this poem, so the imagery was very good.

[Mr. Misanthrope]

WOW!!! This poem is fascinating! I can almost dance to its sinister yet somehow happy tune. And your reference to magic and whining winds creates this picture in my mind of a fairy ring, with fairies skipping to a mesmerising tune around a fire. This fire is what lights your poem up. There's something else I love about this poem, but its too intangible. I feel like I have to become a better writer for me to put it into words. I can't wait for that moment to come, because this feeling, this unique vibration that your poem is giving me, is too rare to pass off.

Really, well done!!!

-Luke

P.S.: This is definitely going into my library! :)