Sometimes

by Melpomene   Jun 14, 2011


With June
I wept for the imaginary.
My armour rusted
and a battlefield
scattered with ambrosia;

reminiscent of
the times you would
entwine your fingers
with mine -
holding me to
a promise.

Your scent was rain,
and touch like
autumn winds
nibbling at my cheek.

Your kiss would light
even the dampest
of forests on fire -

a sheep on
Skadi nights.

Sometimes I'd find him
hand-picking spring
in a brown paper bag,
palms scarlet,
smile lingering.

Yet now spring
stands before me
- a battlefield.

Stems arched like
Quasimodo -
and a hot water bottle
abandoned.

In all my bitterness
I brushed coal against
my cheeks,
to find you gone.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    I read this yesterday..and when i am in the mood i will be back with TONS to say...

    because this touched me... and i can finally i understood one of you pieces completely without help! ha! thats a 5....for me :$

    anyways,just wanted to let you knoww...

  • 13 years ago

    by Brix Ambray

    Sensational..awesome..i love it

  • 13 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    I have to say that was amazing!! you are with out doubt an old soul if you pardon the intrusion - beautifully written pulled me into you world in a heart beat

    Kindest Regards

  • 13 years ago

    by Sunshine

    WOW...am all in tears afte sending u a pm full ogf laughter!!
    This poem reminds me of my "Saddest things about April" a lot.. when in my case spring no ;longer means the beauty after losing someone ...

    and here I couldnt help but ache at the almost closing stanzas of this AMAzing, very descriptive and very well expressed poem!

    your stanzas spoke of poetry that only comes with high quality, a real poetess...and I am touched Deepply mel..

    With June
    I wept for the imaginary.

    ^this alone speaks a lot..can u imagine someone weeping for imaginary ???! wow..
    makes me think of an idea..very inspiring

    My armour rusted
    and a battlefield
    scattered with ambrosia;

    reminiscent of
    the times you would
    entwine your fingers
    with mine -
    holding me to
    a promise.

    ^^
    thousands thousands of thought started to cry thought my head while reading this part..how
    memories sometimes give us the perfect shiver...
    (perfect shiver)>good title ;) :P.
    however these are sad sad lines... Love them

    Your scent was rain,
    and touch like
    autumn winds
    nibbling at my cheek.

    ^amazing description..of something that
    no longer is what it once "was"..i can almost feel
    everything here...

    Your kiss would light
    even the dampest
    of forests on fire -
    ^
    MY GOD.,..very strong..what were u feeling
    when u wrote this..
    you are incredible

    Yet now spring
    stands before me
    - a battlefield.

    ^
    that's what reminded me of my poem the best..a battlefield..oh yes!!
    amazing mell..am out of words seriously
    .

    In all my bitterness
    I brushed coal against
    my cheeks,
    to find you gone.

    ^
    and this was heart breaking..
    am just incredibly sinking into the mood of ur piece!!

    SOMETIMES they say memories are gates for healing, and sometimes i think that memories sometimes makes it impossible to heaL!

    however..5/5 ofcourse 5/5...

  • 13 years ago

    by Decayed

    This was sensational and I felt a leakage of feverish emotions!

    Greatly written

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