Painfully painted strangers
dance
with hollow laughs
and guttural grinding of bones
that slake the eternal
thirst for touch
It hurts
this razor burn
on a fading heart
certain of tears
that fall
on yesterday's hope.
I cannot turn away
from me
and need
that galls my mind
with shame
for a weak soul.
lost;
I am lost
without anchor
or rudder
to push
towards solid ground.
All I can do
is hope
that will holds
perhaps one day
over craving
eyes, hands, soul
i can feel the yearning in your words...the razor burned heart...what a visual...
ReplyDeleteI too was drawn to the same thing that Brian mentioned....
ReplyDelete"the razor burned heart...."
I could FEEL that visual.
As usual...beautiful poem, dear lady.
Thank you for sharing.
Hmmm...beautiful, my dear, truly. But I think you need a hug...
ReplyDeletexoxo
How sweet to come home and see comments from my three favourite friends in bloggyland. Hugs and kisses to you Brian, Ron and Corrie.
ReplyDeleteI take you hugs to heart my dear (Yeah, that day they would have helped).
hope that everything is okay with you.
ReplyDeleteyour poetry truly shines!
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/08/02/the-celebrate-blogger-awards-plus-prayers-4-viola/
awards are fun,
viola lost her husband,
I lost a general friend,
all together,
please visit and give love to them...
thanks