I would rid myself
of you:
empty head
empty heart
empty veins
Bloodless,
cold as granite,
and as
fearless.
But flesh is
fragile,
mind is weak.
Resolutions
made
at noontime
will come to
naught
before the
sun goes down.
No names for
what I feel.
No words can
give it weight.
But still I try
to chart this out
make a table:
write a list
draw a map
to guide me
through the
howling darkness
to a place
where no vestigial
ghosts
of memory
rob my soul.
Oh do not
think of me
nor speak my
name,
lest I come come
full circle
and love you
once again.
This was written for The Sunday Whirl.
5 comments:
Love and affection are such fickle friends and so duplicitous. It is said that "Once bitten twice shy" but I don't believe a word of it.
March 1, 2015 at 1:12 AMWow, this is stellar. I absolutely love it! The imagery is phenomenal...I particularly love the idea of vestigial ghosts of memory robbing the soul and the very beautifully worded observation that, "Resolutions made at noontime will come to naught before the sun goes down." Really excellent poem :-)
March 1, 2015 at 2:18 AMHow hard to resist the desires of flesh..try to rationalise and find a map out of the chaos unconditional love can bring...i think the mind maybe strong however...maybe it wouldn't be sat at the table otherwise?
March 1, 2015 at 3:55 AM
March 1, 2015 at 4:38 AMOh how I knew that feeling, once upon a time. I'm glad to be out of that morass now.
Sometimes "love" is best left behind, left out of the circle of our lives.
March 1, 2015 at 10:16 AMWhirling for Good or Ill
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