The sigh of a whisper echoes in the mind's stillness
A quivering drop from an empty cup suspended
You and me in a slow motion skirmishing
With words, motives unknown like
Flagellation of skin with cuts
Deeply sears the spirit
Frowns line my
Brows
Wrinkles
Upon the brim
Full lips poised on
A kiss rejected on a whim
A punishment is what you think
Yet he flounders in knee deep waters
Unable to help himself, sadly depreciated
Demotivated by downturns, triggered by runs
Unwilling, unwhorling, unconcerned, but undefeated
Embrace him with all, thank the gods you are his keeper
Observe my duality in this poem, the one outside who is played by the selfish man, and the one inside, the humane core who understands and forgives all. We all have this duality and it's up to us to cultivate that part which is kind and gentle.
When you seek romance, you are slapped with the truth, none can be taken from a cloistered monk.: -)
All of your images are perched on the precipice of something....a letting go of restraint. Undefeated, the speaker does not give up. Thanks for sharing.
Here is the romance: a quivering drop suspended from an empty cup's rim. You live for the promise of it but there's nothing there - he is empty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mental illness is something we dare not talk about openly for fear of being branded. Yet, it's very real for some of us, among our friends, in our families and sadly, inside our bedrooms. You would think that violence is the worst a man can inflict on a woman, but think again. Isn't inattentiveness or abandonment more pernicious?