Thursday, March 31, 2011

Her Smile

It's true that
Her smile is a masterpiece of

But it was never the smile
or the way she might dangle
a pen in her mouth
or her dark angling eyes 
that compressed my heart
and pounded blood through
the sides of my neck

Poor soul
crushed to an ash
smitten, flushed
with a crimson glow
She crept into every pore.

He shifted past
yellow angels
enamored by the
rose lining of
her heart
and sped into the crash
of a love only imagined

But it's all too real
what she feels
when the swells rise inside
and the sky fills with thier dreams
as I sit watching with burning eyes

Love has again
cruelly passed by
and what's left are the screams
from the cold hollows of a
tortured soul as the dull blade
twists deeper through a punctured heart .



roseanna2u said...

I love this from the first sentence on! <3 I hope you didn't mind the email I sent with the picture and the poem I'm working on. *hugs*

Linda said...

I don't see death. Death would be the obliteration of pain and suffering and to my mind, "the cold hollows of my tortured
soul" is very much part of living. This is a beautiful, sad and heavy poem. You are very talented Rivercat!

rivercat said...

hi LInda, You are absolutely right.I ususally write these online lately because that way I HAVE to be quick while I try make changes and clarify what my intenetions are for the poem...I try to do it before anyone comments. But I wasnt quick enough this time!
I always enjoy your comments and will get back to your site to follow up on something when I get some time. the death thing is about a recent death in the famiily. I may remove that though now that I think about it.
roseanna, i will check my email, and thanks :

lvroftiques said...

Well RC I could just cry for you! Unless of course you wrote this hypothetically? *fingers crossed* Vanna

The Dreamer said...

I see rebirth. I see living. I see suffering. I see the pain that you've endured and my heart and soul goes out to you. Writing is very much a temporary relief of that pain for me.

Anonymous said...

aw darling, you know how i love your poems, and this one right here is so heartbreaking... and i saw your reply to Linda, my condolences, dear. i hope you are fine, though :)


Arian Tejano said...

"Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage into the dying of the light."
-Dylan Thomas

Kindred Spirit said...

You are one of the most talented writers I have ever read...

dead-girl said...

Good work again! You should write ebooks and sell them on ebay or on your website. you have a way with words.

Beyond said...

deep and intense... death leaves me feeling so lone.

Nicole✗✗ said...

This was such a touching poem. I could actually feel your pain in this one. I hope everything is well or will be. For me when I feel my heart is just dying I endure it for all that it’s painfully worth because it opens you up for such a beautiful new beginning once you conquer it. Ignoring these types of things would only destroy me. : ) Very beautiful as always!!

Trickie said...

So sad. It's a dark poem. Talking about death and loss.
Whatever it is, I wish you better days.
Take care.

rivercat said...

arian , dead, haze, trickie,dreamer,nicole,beyond, vanna, kindred-

thanks for your encouraging words and support.
Yes,i truly was/am going through a rough patch,
and all your comments really help :)

Anna Sergi said...

I feel this so mine that hurts.

zonedin said...

It's sheer torture!

Alcina said...

Ahh!!..loved it like anything..the description was just amazing and lovely till the core..

Anonymous said...

You really know how to write! This one is my favorite. :D