Lamenter

season changing shapeless

between little girl fingers

tie string to those bones

help you stay and keep

safe light pouring from wrist and ankle

 

don't

   just

      stop

 

lost from me now

shadow soundless prayers

breathed out like the rain does its puddles

splayed along the sidewalks

that lead to my door.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Travis Lawrence]

I've just read a few of your poems, and I think there are many similarities we share in style and choice. Thank you so much for your review of my Arcade Fire-inspired poetry, I appreciate it quite a bit. I'll try to read a poem or two or three of yours each time I log in, yours is legitimate work, something difficult to find on this site at times.

[akihsna]

Who would've thought that linking words your way could make your readers (me! haha!!) picture a little story behind? I'm definitely in love with your writing style; just so sinisterly amazing.

[Muse]

You are unique with your writings. A surrealist world of spinning imagery...clever word play. Nice work!

Muse

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

I love the way you paint a moment in my mind. I truly liked it

[ZeeArsonist]

i enjoy an element of mystery and opportunity for interpretation in all that i write. i'm not so much concerned with people figuring out "literal meanings" however, the inspiration for this poem came from a problematic friendship that does not translate into reality. some relationships, born of that intimate space where soulmates come, just can not sustain what the day to day has to offer. this poem is a bit of a mourning for that realization and a hope that perhaps in some way, shape or form, there can be some preservation.

[EILEEN McGUINNESS]

Nice poem though left me a little confused at what the literal meaning was all about i guess staying in the right shape and bonding with mother nature which makes us feel good about ourselves.

[Boris Jonathan Novak]

I love your command of words. The way you create poetic melody, and let the lines flow freely, such as "safe light pouring from the wrist and ankle," draws the reader in tight. Beautiful work.

[Pax Analog]

"There's a crack in everything/that's how the light gets in." Those lyric lines of L Cohen come to mind reading this. It evokes a vertiginous sense of everything bleeding into everything else -- season, fingers, ankles, light, shadow, soundless prayers -- all tieing into the rain and its puddles. . .and back to your door. The inexplicability of everything. I'm reminded of Kafka's parable fragment, re Prometheus chained to rock getting his liver devoured by a vulture daily. He wrote of weariness re each aspect of the inexorable routine. Then he comes out with "there remained the inexplicable mass of rock." There is an entirely different sort of "information" in mute amazement, yes? ;-)