What do you see here?
A lover’s kiss
A desert
Desperate
For some blossom
What do you guess?
There is such a cloud
In my eyes
I cannot see behind?
I‘ve got no wings
But more than just passion
What do you quote
When you read me?
The sex
The love
Or the lack?
What are your claims on the crown?
You conceited
How dare you anticipate?
How can you be my past tense
My present continuous?
No pressure
No imprisonment
So chic
So dark
As the raven
And his Poe
No spark
Not even grey clouds
Just the sight of you
Pure pain
Beyond the neck
Such discomfort
So you’ve taken me out
Of my sweetness
How pleased are you?
How dark
The sky.
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© Dulce
28 comments:
Dulce, I do so love the darkness in this. It sounds like my mind sometimes does... dark and distant. Perfection is right here, my dear! :-)
Oh yes, the darkness. I know her well. I let her sit with me sometimes. She adds to my appreciation of the light. What is one without the other anyway?
Beautiful poem, as always :)
May you find some light when you need too.
Reading this I imagine the emptiness, and the cold, darkness. The disappointing void.
Secretia
You do have a way of making thoughts come alive.
Oh the darkness - I can feel it!
This is the underbelly of relationship, not love but relationship...true love has no darkness only light.
much love
WOW. Show off!
I‘ve got no wings
But more than just passion
What do you quote
When you read me?
The sex
The love
Or the lack?
Strong lines. This piece is so deep.
Thanks for sharing.
Nevine said "...Perfection is right here, my dear! :-)"
And I agree. Dulce, this one is a Masterpiece! Your thoughts, your anger shine through in this darkness. Your "furiosity" even shows here.
I love when you write--evidently speedily--right out of your head. No, I didn't mean YOU are out of your head, Dearie!
Love,
Peep
Left me with a strange bitterness. A bitterness arising out of anger and despondency.
Your words spring out live and force the reader to respond otherwise they smother.
Joy always,
Susan
Sweet torture!
so deep, aching and awesome.
Your mind and heart are deep...I love the dissapointment and darkness in this...So real
damn, i love the pull of darkness...
Dulce is light and in you there is no darkness onmy side of the world
BRILLIANT
HUGS
I love it. The sky has a sort-of reverse characterization at the end -- brilliant!
In the darkness you can be whatever you like and see whatever you like. I am afraid of the dark though. :)
I am fairly pleased.
Even easier to. ;)
How brooding. Marveleous x
darkness has never been stated so eloquently...
warm smiles,
you really captured the title in this one, very dark indeed.
Only when we face our deeper Darkness we will be able to irradiate all our Light...
Turn off the ligts!!:P
....and how is the lovely lady with the beautiful words doing?
It's very nice meeting you and reading you !
the dance of conflict in a relationship tuging..pulling...
I love this brand of slam, fist to palm. I wish I could write it. It takes a special talent to keep the cogs in sync. You do it well. And the point was driven home repeatedly like a hammer. Really good Dulcemeister~rick
oh, love you, too!
When I write I get so much satisfaction, when you read me I get even more.
Thanks a lot for your sweet comments -you ALL!
Au ce Dulce,
McClouds do not obstruct your vision. They obstruct others from seeing you (that Obb strooks your hearts ability to see)
did you paint the sight of your face?
Letting a man assert that he knows better than you the write way to chataeu eye will sometimes hinder not help you to feel.
I do read your poetry Dulce, I just don't comment. Commenting both Dulce and Chateau words too powerful too much
Turns me brain too much to mush. I babble like little boy who, who having first crush or chirp like in dangered
Fool Ow wool
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