“yes I feel it too”
I said to no one
in caged, abysmal loneliness
every foot -step echoed a cadenced
“no turning back”
“all is gone”
“where did love go?”
“was it ever?”
when he looked in my eyes
did he embrace another?
daily I flogged my heart
that I might feel
for numbness had become
my closest ally
(friends had all but fled)
“what if death became
my final offering?”
it would have been your moment of celebratory height
(you play the martyr well)
now through this pain encased
I feel again
I raise my cracked crystal glass
(ironically a wedding present)
“YES -I will live!!!”
you will need to find victory
in another’s destruction
for my life is worth more than that alabaster vase
you purchased for my remains
“Beauty’s End” photograph copyright L. Moon 2012
So many levels of emotion in the poem…the pain, the fear, and the recovery…I think many will be able to identify with the poem.
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umbness had become
my closest ally…know that…but i am glad for your coice to live in the end moon…
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This feels solid, well crafted, and more than that it feels true. What more could one ask for in a poem?
Thanks for sharing this Leslie
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Melancholy, dark, deeply emotive work . Great job!
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Excellent creation !!!
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That’s cleared my thoughts. Thanks for couitrbnting.
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What wonder–poetry! I’ve not been here regularly, and to ‘catch up’ I need but read one post, one set of well crafted words, to sing the song:
“…Getting to know you
getting to know all about you…”
Nice to be here although I hate WP (they sucked me in to Gravatar or something like that…
PEACE, Leslie!
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Steve you always make me chuckle no matter what mood I am in
cheers
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Hey! I am NOT ‘steveroni2’ OKAY. It is Steve E here, FYI–grinning!
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From one torn heart to another: so horribly beautiful!
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sometimes more is reveled in the dark…
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Yes, I agree that writing haiku chneags the way one views things. Part of the practice of writing haiku, for me anyway, is to practice letting things just be what they are. Which seems to open a door into peace & acceptance.As for your third line above you know, you might get the effect you want by re-arranging the existing lines. Here’s a two-line rearrangement:above dying embersacrid smoke and live red sparksOr 3-line:dying embers wisps of acrid smoke freckledwith live red sparksI kind of like the 2-line better. Not crazy about freckled but felt the phrase needed a verb. Maybe not freckled could be cut.You might play around with all the possible order of images and see what happens.
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I haven\’t been writing porety of late. All these poems date back many years now. I do write, though, but it\’s a paid gig for a national trade magazine. I also write marketing/promotional stuff for a local start-up company. Both are part time gigs.
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