Sunday 27 October 2013

erosion

in the inky depth of that pool
I feel safe from immeasurable flames
I yearn for your breath
that breath you stole from me
in the guise of sleep in the waking hours.
oh, it is just a dream-
why did I allow it to erode me?
I pull the sheet closer still,
forgetting myth from truth.
I put on a mask again
throw a clay pebble into that imaginary pool
no one will allow bend the rules-
except you. except you.

that breath I need to keep in hiding-
leave it on the doormat on your way out

"time just moves on with its own pace,
unwavering about the aftermath-
uncaring about what to come."

18 comments:

  1. WOW! Fantastic write, kiddo, and I can relate to it so well, sadly. I especially love "throw a clay pebble into that imaginary pool".

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  2. wonderful imagery, and we both chose a mask!! xx

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  3. Time is so uncaring, but what can we expect when we waste it so. Are dreams better than life? What a pleasure it is to visit you.

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  4. "forgetting myth from truth"

    - what a great line, in a thoughtful pen.

    Thank you for sharing and taking part of the Toads' challenge ~ M

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  5. I loved this...
    Each line is a poem by itself...
    Awesome!

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  6. great write. strong imagery.

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  7. Anything that steals the breath away is haunting...whether dream or reality. Wonderfully woven,

    Elizabeth

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  8. Your banner caught my eye right away & I enjoyed this deep poem.

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  9. Your poem is beautiful! so many great lines, but this one -
    that breath I need to keep in hiding-
    leave it on the doormat on your way out
    Love this one!

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  10. U capture the feeling of the piece well really enjoyed your poem

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  11. You've created layers of feeling.

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  12. clay pebble...emotional write

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  13. Beautiful use of language and images!

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  14. erosion takes many forms..internal soul erosion is perhaps the hardest to bear..beautifully written

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  15. This liquid combination of time and breath and dreams is all i could ask for....thanks G

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