Fire to Ice 05/08/2009
 

“I love you,” he said
As the bane of a desolate eve churned –
“I love you,” I spoke in return
His response ran blank –

Preparing.

“Today is today,” he offered
Cold fire brushed my inner skin –
“And tomorrow is nil,” I delivered
Through sullen speak –

Understanding.

“Moments are fleeting,” he whispered
Under the shrill reality of day –
“Supposedly,” I jested
With frozen tongue –

Knowing.

“I think of you,” he stabbed
With blades of ruthlessness –
“Lovely thoughts,” I choked
As I crawled inside of me –

Finality.

 


Comments

Purging Spirit

Tue, 12 May 2009 18:11:12

I read some today as I did say I would, When time found it's way to me and I could.
Your words are so real and your sites rock my mind letting me realize how far I'm behind.
If this was a race I would prefer second place after seeing your poetry is one of a kind.
Very nicely done Princess.
I commented on this reading for a reason.

 

Deborah

Tue, 12 May 2009 18:18:21

Hello my dear friend -
Thank you so much for taking
the time to enter your wonderful comment on my work. I am truly humbled. This certainly is not a
race my dear and there is no
comparison when it comes to
poetic expression. There are
no firsts nor are there seconds
or thirds for that matter.
There are only strokes of
genious as every heart is a
bountiful treasure unto its
own. May you enjoy a gorgeous
today and may all of your
tomorrows be extraordinary
dear heart.

 



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