love letter

is this the root
of all your pain,
the why to your who,
naked of innocence,
starved of love
and longing -

must you long for her,
does she wonder about you,
i've been rewriting history,
and this time,
when you see her,
you get to see her,
again -

'though you ought to know,
she doesn't think of you,
until it is lonely at night,
and dawn no longer breaks
i painted you a blue mantle,
with sun-irises,

wove you a blanket,
to ease the cold,
i will walk you down the road,
holding you as i tremble,
and without mercy,
i tremble from loss
and love and longing

dust and life beyond death

Reviews

[Bacchus]

parts of this reminds me of my poem yellow...
but it's got a whole different feel.

i love it. sun-irises
painted mantel

the why to your who

this is well, well done

[highonwords]

thank you so much, bacchus, for taking time to read and review the poem - much appreciated :-)

regards,
steph

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, the subject of this poem is crazy not to recognize that this is the true, lasting love that will be there no matter what befalls...the other, she is there for the gratification only.

love the last two stanzas...

wicked stuff, steph...

j.

[highonwords]

thank you, jacob, for the wonderful review and for taking time to read the poem :-)

best,
steph