Once a Friend of Olivine

By lupus tenebrae

I search her eyes of olivine
for signs of life in lavender.
I chip the paint with turpentine
and watch her flood the colander.
A time in terms of calendars
has passed beneath her windowsill.
A time of us and bitter pills
has fallen beyond denial.
She fell for a heart of guile,
I fell for her nurturing soul,
now I am holding her smile,
a picture as worthless as coal.

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Published on Monday, September 10, 2012. Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

*Repost* One of my more obscure pieces, with different feelings to what I have now. Written in dizain.

Comments on "Once a Friend of Olivine"

On Monday, August 11, 2014, TropicalSnowstorm (1703) wrote:

Wow, you hit a home run with this one! Wonderful! Ciao, T/S
On Tuesday, September 11, 2012, Cassette (1144) wrote:

I don't normally care for rhyme schemes, but this flowed really nicely. "I search her eyes of olivine"... this was a great starter and a wonderful lead in. Beautiful poem
On Monday, September 10, 2012, dwells (4284) wrote:

Memories are our treasures and our torture, exquisite Wolfie. Wasn't Olivine the girlfriend of Popeye? (HA)! Cheers!
On Monday, September 10, 2012, MikeShank1989 (93) wrote:

Heartbreaking. The image of fleeting sand in a stiff breeze comes to mind.