Embers
May 10, 2009 by hames-1977
I am smoldering in the night.
But you’ll see no passion, only sober
semblance to a gargoyle, seating.
And towering over the city lights.
Ah, the fahrenheit must have drop
below sub-zero. My steely psyche
a block of ice emitting smoke,
numb in whiteness. I froze.
Ignite me a matchstick. Tell me
what you see when melancholy
lurks slowly in my bones. Splintered
cinders, then into ebony parchness.
Ah, am I a comet zooming, as it hits
your universe then dissipate like a frizzle?
Imagine me as a flame of a dying star-
morose. Traversing your love’s black hole.
You didn’t know how hard to contain
my tamed affection. You just didn’t know.
I am smoldering in the night, but
you’ll see no passion. I am sober.
Lovely use of words, Marvin!
I like your aptly chosen words and how you put them together to create a certain feel, imagery, flow in this piece and how these elements worked so finely together to speak the emotion, your heart in this well crafted poetry.
The emotion is commonly felt, the sentiment you put into this is universal and I believe many could easily connect, but how you told your story in this poem is novel.
There’s sweet longing in your words, there’s sweet sadness in the imagery, there’s sweet sorrow in the melody of your poem that touches the heart leaving me that certain lump in the throat after reading it, but hey, ain’t that the true bliss in reading poetry?
Note: I’m taking a break from painting and trying to stay away briefly from my easel. I thought of dropping by.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques