The other side of midnight

by Karla   Apr 30, 2013


He tucked her explanations
under the arm
and climbed down the stairs,
searching for his plausible self,
computing the distance
between his heart
and her today.

His long wavy hair seemed
to be more disheveled
as his pain weighed more.
I am not sure but
his eyes were an eruption of salt
and blood.
I have never seen him like that before:
fractured and intense.

He lit a cigarette and appreciated
the smoke combing his fingers.
I don't know why he allowed those seconds
to enter through him
but insanity lasts forever when love flows
toward the other side of midnight.

I wish I could have held his hand.
It was all he needed.

Don't ask me if she is sad.
Check by yourself.
She looks so chic in black.
That veil covering her guilty
looks so nice.

It is too early to spare tears.
She can't blur her fabulous make up.

I like to believe he is better now.
Unfortunately I need a magnifying glass
to name what happened.
Words have cheated on me
for such a long time.
Words cheated on him too.

How long will we use them to cause harm?

Karla Bardanza

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  • 11 years ago

    by L

    Judging Comment weekly contest May 6, 2013

    What I like the most about this poem is the poem's way of coming alive. The images are concrete at least to me, and the story too. I see two people having a discussion well more like a confrontation where they said things they shouldn't have. And how many times have we not done that? so the question towards the end, had an impact on me. Sometimes we just say words without thinking and we end up regretting them but at times our ego plays a big part that we can't take them back. This was a great poem.

  • 11 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    [Judging comment from week of 5/06/13]:

    I greatly enjoyed the abstract details with almost a conceptual background in the beginning lines, as if this man is searching very articulately for the rate of success he can achieve in life and with love. Then in the second stanza, I feel such empathy, because the way he is described makes my heart be pained especially with the "his eyes were an eruption of salt and blood", that assures me he has gone through struggle day and night. I also was immensely intrigued by these lines "but insanity lasts forever when love flows toward the other side of midnight." - I felt loss here but also something else, that this man has maybe lived life for so long, that it never grows on him, but makes him age faster... he only has a few moments he can appreciate something, not his whole life. I loved the line breaks and the one lined statements kind of giving this poem more edge to see the reality that this woman is moving on in style so to speak, and that she covers herself with other materials things to mask the past. I was surprised by the direction in the last few lines, but my heart was taken by that question "How long will we use them to cause harm?". This makes me believe these words said were so detrimental to the relationship, maybe it wasn't a certain act that split these two people apart, it was the words themselves and how they took their own action. Such a provoking piece, well done!

  • 11 years ago

    by Darclyfe

    You! You are quite the poet! Karla, This is an interesting read. Congrats on the win. It was a perfectly styled format for a poem. Again, Great Job And keep it up :D
    -DarcLyfe-

  • 11 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Superlative, An Excellent Write, Congratulations Karla!!!

  • 11 years ago

    by average thoughts

    I don't know why he allowed those seconds
    to enter through him
    but insanity lasts forever when love flows
    toward the other side of midnight..

    Words have cheated on me
    for such a long time.
    Words cheated on him too.

    How long will we use them to cause harm?..

    Poetry at its best..thank u