. . blood typed . .
By NikesRain
summer has never known my heart
try as it might
it is too oblivious
to the storm clouds in my eyes
knowing only the lift of my hair
as it tells me to let winter go
still it is not that counterpart that keeps me
though it enfolds me like a sleeping child
safe in the snows that muffle the chaos
the buffer to the screaming that fills my limbs
it is not so simple
and neither am i
watching the sun dance across waves
content in their heated rolling
i feel only weight
burning down upon me like murder
soft ash and water make porcelain
and i am not that beautiful
i hold fast to the knowledge
I will never be so fine
painted in something besides fragility
burning in cooler flames of weeping lucidity
as they fall from the arms of maple trees
mayhap floating in the forever green
of the last willow leaves
laying soft upon the cool faded jade grasses
that only November can call to me with
i can't let go of the season within my veins
without bleeding dry the pallet of my heart
i am softer than winter would ever claim
yet not nearly lovely enough for spring
i am arbors shedding tears
against a cool sky made for embracing
as ravens bid farewell to swallows
i am falling
ever constantly
i
simply
fall
Author's Note:
caution: rambling of heavy thoughts within the confines of a tired mind produce drivel such as aboveComments on ". . blood typed . . "
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On Sunday, February 21, 2016, Drea
(1443) wrote:
"soft ash and water make porcelain/and i am not that beautiful" Those lines actually made my tear up. Moving.
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A former member wrote:
That's just sad and put on the paper in a great way.. "summer has never known my heart".. That's a powerful prelude to what follows.. The metaphors with the seasons and your inner mood are amazing.. :)
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On Tuesday, July 2, 2013, TaintedButterfly
(670) wrote:
I am utterly speechless!
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On Sunday, June 30, 2013, FadedBlues
(2169) wrote:
...the summer is a fever, perhaps, that is soothed somewhat by autumn, until the winter finally numbs it...
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A former member wrote:
I love spring & summer, hot weather & things that are green. It is my preferred half of the year. But there is something about fall & winter that is equally beautiful, certain aspects that spring or summer cannot replicate. Looks like someone wants to beat this heat. Indeed, I experienced a cooling down while reading this. Like an escape from passion, or maybe you are just searching for your passion from a different source, something of a different climate & temperature. Hate to see a fellow poet feeling down & out of place, but your poems are always a welcome sight. Hope you are well, Doe.
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A former member wrote:
I've never seen something sad sound so beautiful! You are gifted!