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ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY

(APRIL,27TH,1944 / POCATELLO, IDAHO)

Cinnamon Memories


Buried deep within the corridors of her heart…
Echoes from a haunting refrain weave their tangled worn threads,
Playing on her memories...
Like the delicate frayed strings of a lonely violin

Lingering whispers...
Intricately seek the depths to the labyrinth of her soul...
Creating its delicate, woven tapestry,
Of wild, tangled cinnamon roots and twisted leaves

Wounds of torn and shattered illusions roar their voices in her mind
Like a jungle of ethereal savagery that clipped her silken dreams…
Leaving her with broken wings - unable to fly
He had betrayed her with his feigned love
Leaving her void of the soothing rhythms,
Needed to bathe her wounded flesh

There was a cold, barren emptiness inside her…
Never before...
Had she felt such a pillaged void in the depths of her soul
Only fractured fragments were left of her tattered, broken heart

Tears fell like foggy, misty rain...
On the delicate, shattered glass of her mind-
So blistered by love gone astray

Every fiber of her senses were unraveled and unnerved
As if she was on fire -
Leaving her skin and mind feeling like a peeled orange...
Revealing the depth and layers of her strangled emotions

She stood alone in the darkened shadows
Confused and bewildered - her body aching with despair
Darkened skies filled the air with earthy smells of oncoming storms
In the cold, dark stillness of the night...
She heard the roaring of blood curdling drumbeats
Voices of loud, rumbling thunder...
Shot their devouring bolts of lightning…
Shaking the whole of all Creation

The wind furiously whipped the ocean in roars of thunderous waves
She ran breathlessly - seeking a fortress of safety...
The drumbeats followed her every move -
Filling her with a sense of pending doom

Suddenly...
The whole Earth filled with echoed songs of past, remembered moons
He didn't care that he left her heart broken and tattered...
Leaving her frightened and abandoned in the night

All she had left was her broken heart
She stood alone - cold as ice, drowning in her tears
Shivering and afraid, weeping...
Her heart wrapped in tragedy, inside a wall of steel

Submitted: Thursday, July 19, 2012
Edited: Friday, July 20, 2012

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  • Robin Bennett (7/20/2012 5:17:00 PM)

    Such a melancholy beauty to your skillful words. I was drown into the poem from the beginning and hooken until the end. Your diction and flow are just beautiful in this piece. Truly glad I got to read this gem! (Report) Reply

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