Don’t Leave me
Or my tremulous placenta
Feeding fevers I cannot draw
Mother
Open your hands
Stop crying
To lever the hurt
Drown your papery fate
Believe me
He is not a smile
His tongue has ashed you
Dressing your house stones
Irretrievable you have become
I am vacant without you
Terrified of your unraveling choice
Your merciless will
Disappoints me
But tonight they annihilate me
Foreseeing the color of your sleep
Is my fate Mother
You are my red material
The sea current of my veins
I am your parent
Your daughter
Your posturing friend
Has grief not kissed you plenty
I remember you gutsy
I remember your identity
I will launder your lips with no departure
Praise your face with health
With instruments of clarity
Reversing indecision for your dormant soul
From my fist to your fingers
Mother you are loved
Listen to the far sea in my ear
Lay your head there with us under the spumy bloom of our story
This is such a beautiful poem… almost makes me teary.
I dunno what it is but your face being in these pictures always seems to more express the emotions or give the poem or post more defined beauty. Just thought i’d say that.
Thank you dearly.
I couldn’t agree more with Israel’s comments…. another lovely piece, in all ways….
Thank you darling!
Yes…your face with it’s subtle emotions just sets this off…So deep and heartfelt…Your talent is shining bright…
Grief bleeds my pen. I hope she still loves me tomorrow.
Very nice, you have serious talent, Well done.
David. L
Thank you Sir.
Hi,, Greeting to you.
Its beautiful . may i add a poet for you?
Mother …….
You’re so beautiful, graceful charm
Your loyal matchless
Your breath is in me
Your heart rate together in my heart
Gently caress your silky
Your loyalty not replaceable.
Lovely Acep, thank you kindly.
You Welcome Miss.
Wow, it looks like a lyric to a heart wrenching song….so beautifully written….always in love with your pen, do sprinkle few drops of your creative ink on this side….
“I will launder your lips with no departure
Praise your face with health
With instruments of clarity”
…………..so beautiful verse….:)
Between love and her there is a climbing tower. Her ego is perched, and I am still invoking a roar. Hopefully she’ll wake. THANK YOU!
I feel less lost, voicing my endless cycles.
- M
Ohh, what a good way to put it….so I can see that climbing tower then…and your voice is honest rather than implying something else…:)
I read it to her, then tucked her.
She wished me moonlight and a good night sleep.
I believe she still adores my roar ; )
and so she understands you the way you are….and your roar could be uplifting for many mortals….romanticized articulation from the depth of your core…..haha…:)
Absolutely and with impossible she loves thee.
You are grand! Thank you!
Your best piece till now…
Thank you. It was very heart wrenching to pulsing it on here.
Beautiful.