Disdainful and sick
I try not to pant
Cautiously I breathe
Futile
Confused
Endless scorching night
This summer I try to fight
Longing so little ago
For the end of that now
Desired
Shivering winter
Inflexible
I could faint while
I beautify my nails
For tomorrow I’ll be away
Little practice
Less discipline
Low-spirited
Must this and that prepare
My pyjamas
As usual I’ll forget
Puzzled
I’ll have to enjoy a better time
Just like the last one
Threatening
My sleep slows down
Eyes fixed
In the corner of the obscurity
Of this cuddled bedroom
Unfinished
These fragments
Of what you always were
Persistent
Immaterial
Try again the old formula
Breathe in, out, blah blah
Self- reliant
Not bad
One last shower
I put on
My favourite silky piece
Brings back old memories
Allaying
I sink into my inner sea
Meaningless
Unforgettable
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21 comments:
sometimes there are only 2 things that
can be done !!
breath in and breath out
:-)
Indeed, to love someone is to surrender yourself entirely to them. And if they hurt you or leave you, the pain is unbearable for you have given them your very soul. It is the paradox of true love that is both the most joyful and hurtful of human experiences. Your poem is quite, quite wonderful, Dulce. Passionate, real, poignant and deeply emotional.
Sleepless causes many a blog posts to flower and open. Dulce, many times sleeplessness cause the interior landscape to turn and twist.
I wish you sleep well always :)
Joy and peace,
Susan
Oh! How I remember...
"I try not to pant
Cautiously I breathe
Futile
Confused"
These words describe so vividly, so REALLY how it was when I was in great distress (no need for clarification here) and had to breath "cautiously"...the perfect word, Dulce!
"Endless scorching night
This summer I try to fight
Longing so little ago
For the end of that now
Desired
Shivering winter"
I feel I am reading one of the Masters here...well, I AM!
Thank you lovely friend for painting your feelings with sweet wordings.
I got lost for a moment in your words.
Thank you for that.
wicked flow dulce...we drop intot he river and you paint it boldly for us...hold yourself tight and sleep well...
Lovely poem as always. Hope you get some rest... :-)
This was a beautiful poem, Sweeter! I love how the stanzas were all of the sudden separated by a few strong words and then it would return to the stanzas again.
The form of the poem was just stunning. The idea was magnificent! Awesome picture, too!
Write on!
it feels like what someone with a heavy day ahead would write. once again dulce, you add beauty and art while skillfully taking us on an exquisite trip to every woman's mind.
I agree with the rest on this. I loved the flow of the words, very strong and powerful, yet something more there too.
I must get back to writing soon....I miss blogging so much!
Dulce,you touch me so deep! i mean i felt this flow..in my veins..like a mad pulse of emotions,every word beated in me..EXCELLENT! i love it..:)))
i like the way this one moves about when read aloud... a dancing pace.
Well, I just have to say, I just love Brian's comment and so I shall just ditto his...:) Thanks, Brian!
especially his "hold yourself tight and sleep well"...
I hope you do! and I am sending love Twin...xxoo
this feels magical...almost like the way I feel at night when the house is quiet - and everyone is asleep..but me...sitting at the computer...lost in words....that come from somewhere so deep within I can't help but write...
Sleep good tonight Dulce....
Hi hun, I long for winter in my cuddled bedroom, right now!
I love the phrase cuddled bedroom, everyone should have one.
You've brought us into your mood with this one. Beautifully expressed, prima!
Like an old Spanish friend used to tell me, "No sabemos como va a virar la tortilla." I hope it gives you its happy side tomorrow morning...that is, if you happen to be making omelets tomorrow morning. ;)
Que sueñes con los angelitos, primita, y que todo se mejore. xo
Oh Dulce...There you go speaking from my heart AGAIN :) I KNOW this feeling all too well...I live it almost daily...
such softly sweet words interspersed with rugged reality - beautifully said and done, dulce!!!
While we cannot sleep at night, there are stars that shine bright... trying to comfort and console. Counting and breathing... they help... but do not cure, it seems. Sometimes we have to let the insomnia take over until we are so damned tired we have to drop to sleep or drop dead.
It seems you're going somewhere. I hope you can find some moments of peace while you are there, even if your going is not desirable. Sometimes we must go and do what we must go and do. Our joy is inside of us... for us to dig and find. And sometimes it is in pain that our most beautiful thoughts are liberated.
Loved your piece, Dulce... as I always do. Take care, and keep well. Sending happy thoughts and warm hugs...
Nevine
Oh.How I have missed your writing,Dulce.**Amazing words **
I had many of these nights! feelings are a killer sometimes...
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