Poetry as a release of emotions

by Karla   Sep 27, 2012


Remember when you said
there was a dream inside my eyes?
How many moons ago was it?
When was love a constant disorder?
Was it when a melody dissolved your eyes
in mine or when your flesh was my tears?

I am old.
I refuse to mourn happiness.

We bled more when our flowers hid from
the future and there was no medicine
to save me from the morning glories.

I am old.
The secrets of my past
were usurping by an old box
in my closet
and I am too weak to find our laughter
wrapped in crystal.

She is still crying in the cradle.
I am still frozen sitting against the footboard,
weeping and you...
I see you watching us under the binds
when the wind calls me and the spirit
of poetry seeks refuge in me.

I am old.
Too old to touch that closed wound again.

Karla Bardanza
http://asmoonsewsthesatinstars.blogspot.com
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  • 12 years ago

    by Yakori bint Muhammed

    Lovely and captivating title. How sad to be treated like this, love inarguably is the most soulful feeling if experienced. Wondering whether he or she was the right choice made. After yester years of sharing love and pain, doubts hang in the ropes of emotions. Measuring earned respects, patience deemed to apraisal and a divine force to keep the union going till end of time.

    How puzzling it is to find yourself in a sceptic situation, pondering over a rather ambiguous and subtle issue. I believe after years of togetherness, only moments you've battled to walk through problems is what can deliver your questions. Coupled with trust, integrity, patience and appreciation.

    However, its also stated, -'one mans food, is anothers poison'. Love, a plant to be nourished through all the years, come rain or sunshine.

    Great messages you always convey. Excellent!

  • 12 years ago

    by LittleMermaid

    Remember when you said
    there was a dream inside my eyes?
    How many moons ago was it?
    When was love a constant disorder?
    Was it when a melody dissolved your eyes
    in mine or when your flesh was my tears?

    the opening,how i loved it!!
    Sad poem,but so beautifully written!
    *_*

  • 12 years ago

    by Xanthe

    I am blessed.
    You are talented.

  • 12 years ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    Absolutely brilliant poem! Loved it.
    Superb words filled with emotion.
    Well done Karla!

  • 12 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Well, this was sad and deep, Karla..I felt the pain deepening each time you repeated the phrase "I am old", because I so understand how those words are meant. I am old that way too, hun.

    Bravo, masterpiece <3

    5/5 Ingrid

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