Hot eyes
Burning salt
Dried on my skin
Constantly replenished
Falling like raindrops
With ease, then hesitation
Before
Letting go
My body
Hands shaking slightly
Not believing
Unwilling to except the inevitable
Warm with anticipation
Cool with shock
Limp from pain
Administered internally
You killed me
Untouched
Visibly unharmed
You killed me
With words
Not actions
With sound
You killed me
I never saw you
Never knew you
You weren't there
I just
Read the words
And the feelings
Hidden
Given only to a loving reader
The words
The sounds
The pictures brought on
By the feelings
Painted by emotion
With paints of words
A brush of ideas
On a canvas of paper
Silently
You killed me
Without violence
You killed me
Internally
You killed me
With words
You killed me
'..Painted by emotion With paints of words A brush of ideas On a canvas of paper.'A great, a wonderful poem! ! ! I think it's the second lyric poem that I've read from Emma.To express, to describe some feelings that we bring inside us it's not an easy skill, mainly in the poetic language.To change material things into ideas like 'a dark cold room, a winter' into 'loneliness', 'a spring' into 'a beautiful love', 'a broken mirror' into 'a broken heart' it requires from the poet to work on his imagination.The soft and beautiful way the poetry has got in itself, it distinguishes the poetry from another styles of writting like ficction, essay, drama and so on.Again, Emma, bit by bit, is defining her own way in the poetry.
I am amazed and stunned at the depth and meaning of which this poem has crept into my heart. 'You killed me Untouched Visibly unharmed You killed me With words Not actions With sound You killed me' Absolutely brilliant. I enjoyed every word of your poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the way shortness and catchiness of the first vereses followed by the repetition...that makes it very powerful :)