Cold Marble Floor

by Lonely Rider   Oct 17, 2011


The cold marble floor,
is incredibly stubborn honey,
clutched to
-distant memories-
And the kitchen ,
drenched in aroma of
- cinnamon rolls.-

Believe me darling,
the balcony is haunted,
twilights cruelly cast
shadows of silence,
on your tea stained sweatshirt.

Staring into the ,
-monochrome void-
our lonely porch longs for
dreams hidden on,
the dark side of,
eclipsed moon.

With a crumbled photograph,
Clasped against my bosom,
I sleep to a starless night
- on the-
cold marble floor.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Decayed

    That was really cold, I like how can you easily paint a whole new atmosphere in your poems. You have the gift, it seems to me, of combining two things: simplicity and complexity. Your style is so very at ease, but your images are somehow provoking to grasp instantly. Wow, I'm willing to read more of you, Great.

  • 14 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    The end as Sylvia said..clutching the photo and lying on the cold marble is heart breaking. The images here is so vivid like watching a sceve from a movie..take care.

  • 14 years ago

    by mandy

    That was a beautifully written poem, you created some wonderful images in my mind! 5/5

    mandy :)

  • 14 years ago

    by mandy

    That was a beautifully written poem, you created some wonderful images in my mind! 5/5

    mandy :)

  • 14 years ago

    by Sylvia

    The image of a woman clutching that photograph, sleeping on the cold marble floor is heartbreaking. Memories make us do strange things and have regrets for the things we have lost, the way things were. Well done.

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