Poem -

You

Maybe you still remember the places I go to die

You

I still glance at the clouds
in a shy disposition

~ damp

shaded against the maddening
storm you'd winter through
the cracks between
us

~ to think

you used to stitch
me whole within the
blush of your
smiles

now these awning 
windows are left half open
to the dead ~ alone

~ empty

waiting for the stillness
to find it's tune again

~ I swear

I haven't changed
from giving you all
of my cryptic heart
in hope of you ever
finding
me

~ ever

not caring for the after
or even knowing where I'd
retreat

~ they'll ward me strapped
and unfed

seeing me reminisce at the fall
of both our tears
carrying the same weight
in color

~ no one knew

I'd already given you my all
and there wasn't a need
for a second ~ goodbye

Image by Jaroslaw Datta
Music by Lisa Gerrard

Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
Dylan Thomas

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Being Me

Oh I adore this!  This really is so very, very special. Love, love, love, love, L O V E this!!

From those first angst ridden lines

I still glance at the clouds
in a shy disposition
~ damp
shaded against the maddening
storm you'd winter through
the cracks between
us

I just knew this was going to be a masterpiece. I love the way that each and every word cuts and drips pure emotion. 

seeing me reminisce at the fall
of both our tears
carrying the same weight
in color

There is not a single clichè in this. There never is in any of your work and that is fantastic writing!

My dearest friend, this is exceptional poetry. It is pure emotion and the video clip sets it off perfectly.

I know for sure now, you write in your own blood with a golden pen whose nib is dipped in magic ✒💕   Bravo! Bravo! 🌹🌹🌹

A trillion stars and pinned!

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I know for sure now, you write in your own blood with a golden pen whose nib is dipped in magic 
 

you have laughing over here lol..

there are times I thing there's nothing left in me to say anymore, the dark side of depression pokes at my imagination ; the day some harsh critic would come trashing my words and sending me back into the corners of my blighted mind.  It'll be a good excuse to continue on in the silence of my self loathing. 

my love and respect to you my dearest friend ⚘🌹🌹💜

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Being Me

I don't think a proper critic would say anything bad about your work...they couldn't!  If anyone did do that, it would only be because they were riddled with jealousy and not because they were a critic. You can hold your head up high ... your work is always of the highest calibre x

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Tony Taylor

Dblank!!
I think 'Being Me' covered it beautifully....... truly masterful writing...... dripping with a magical melancholy that takes the soul to rest!!........ no more words brother!!......... Lots of Love........T xo. : )

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Tehmina Usman

"now these awning 
windows are left half open
to the dead ~ alone,"

these lines caught my attention immediately and I think it's true what they say - you are naturally drawn to that which speaks to your own experiences. Life can be such a dark and uncertain reality for so many of us that it can seem like happiness or any sign of hope is not worth experiencing if it is so easily  replaced with the bad. Likewise, with my own work, I always try to find a solution to any emotion I feel, especially the negative, so I can give myself some serenity after the storm of life that I am met with but this shouldn't always be the case. I have realised that sadness doesn't always have a precise and clear cut answer that I always seem to look for and that, similarly shown in your poem, some things just are what they seem. Thanks for sharing this with us, friend! 

Tehmina xo

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Cherie Leigh

Hi Merrill...It is always a gift to see when you post something, because your poetry is always full of aching emotions and haunting music to go with it, that brings your words to life.....and this has that wistful tone that most of your writing has that always makes a heart reading it wonder and become a part of something bigger and spiritual...as two both feel an ache and sadness shared....Simply beautiful.  xo ;)  Love n Hugs

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Wendy Wass

Beautiful and heartfelt. Nice to see you posting .Keep well kind man😍

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Marion Price

And see what IV missed!! Sometimes the most passionate loves are the most destructive  and yet leave us yearning for the very thing that destroys us...a space that is never truly filled ever again...you are such a poet in every meaning of the word...hugs 💕

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deano

Beautiful 😍❤

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Whispering Dream

Really enjoyed this write <3 it's wonderfully painful.
Sending you love,
K x

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Gwendoline

Your writing bleeds out emotion in every line. Made my own heart weigh even heavier than normal. You cut through loves pain and stain the page you write on with its corrosive charms, revealing how love can splinter the heart of those who wish it to be true. That final stanza where all hope has been lost, and one settles in the knowledge that at this moment, love just cannot be. You have a gift which brings true emotion to your writing 💛 I loved reading this, even though I know for something this fine-tuned to be written, a heart must have felt so very broken. And I am sorry for that 🌷

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