I awake,
Dreams burdened with your eyes.
A recollection of temperance
From a soul as empty
as the spirits in a glass.
My mind remains heavily weighted,
with unfair remnants
of celestial lies.
Cold,
Creeping,
Despair.
"He would have been a boy",
She said…
I sometimes wish
I was a glass.
It's easier to break without a soul.
Copyright (C) David DeSantis
A very poignant poem David, it says a lot and is simple but stunning as Yuri says, Well penned, Lynda xx
Excuse me if I got this wrong, but is this in reference to a deceased child of your (one never born?) This is a painful poem, and you coveyed emotion quite well in it's unique and supple lines. I greatly enjoyed the glass metaphor.
This is a painfully beautiful piece. I love the last stanza, it resonates with me. Just as haunting as the sound that glass would make were I to run my fingers around the rim.
You always manage to convey depth with such a light touch, David. Wonderfully weighted phrasing. Really good poem. F
Masterly done. I really like the following: Dreams burdened with your eyes, a soul as empty as the spirits in a glass, and unfair remnants of celestial lies. You used common images but not in a trite way.
This is simply amazing. Stunning piece you have here. Awe-inspiring. Five thumbs up and two stars.
I sometimes wish I was a glass. It’s easier to break without a soul these lines are a masterpiece...
This is an amazing poem 'From a soul as empty as the spirits in a glass' then followed by 'I sometimes wish I was a glass...' Nice work. But shouldnt it be I wish I WERE a glass? Your images are honed in, not overdone and you have caught the feeling in just a few words, as every poet should do. Raynette
Strange how an empty glass of alochol can make things so much heavier. It was frustrated and deep blue. Keep writing, Delilah
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aahh! stunning poem! .... in its simplicity it kicks you in the stomach, resonates in the heart....10/10