bleeding broken heart

Hyacinth garden

sometimes in the cold dark night
reality of meanings get tossed
when we think we see the stars in someones eyes
when we think we see the stars but we can never see the light
like love siphoned out of your essence
like a ghost left soulless at the séance
She said, “It is easy to get lost!”
wandering in good-byes
you muse about her loveliness
while loneliness is all you remember
at this moment, here in November

slowly her pen forms fragments
ink against the skin
show me where to prick
here is a tattoo of a bleeding broken heart

I began to realize things in hints again
through the etched glass
with no light in the middle of the night
no one has to instruct me
about madness and love

no one sees my insurrection
no sees my resurrection
no one feels my erection
I shed, all of it
all of my green wood

leaning south
mood darkens
oceanic and deep
in that night alcove shadows tomb the stars

her body faded then
into the stardust
and the November sky is complex
as complex as each crevice in this poets feelings

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SSmoothie's picture

Your new masterpiece dripping

Your new masterpiece dripping with drops of brilliance I hear thumping and hiss, beautifully crafted! the introduction melds perfectly into the resolution, the tension built and broken towards a crescendo that gently floats down and twists and twirls the starstruck grains of sand sending them tumbling this way and that to finally rest awed and shiny washed with emotion to search the tides and ponder the next glorious wave on the horizon. Cheers SS

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

Incredible, from beginning to

Incredible, from beginning to end.

"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

9inety's picture

Thank you

That means so much to me
coming from you a poet that I really appreciate.... you are so talented...
there is something so art deco about your poetry,
I cant find the right words to express how moving I find your poems

anyway thank you again


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot