Monday, August 31, 2015

Reality Check




In my mind, his love was 
Tender, fragile and pure.
His gaze burned in my memory.
All the forces of the Cosmos
Could not tear him from me.
He bleeds a waterfall of beauty.
A sensual, sweet soul.
Only he can carry a burden and not cry.
Tough and strong 
In the face of torment and regrets.
Feathered heart balancing on  
A thin wire above high winds of treachery.
But it is a dream.
His beauty is imaginary.
Reality awakens me and
I fall life's merciless truths.
Into an endless pit of truth, facts, and understanding,
All that I know is false.
His soul is his own but was never a soul I could treasure.
His beauty is taken from me.
My heart makes it real, reality makes it unwise to follow.
A path of poison;
Rose-colored glasses blocking my view.
Love songs to him are dry.
They began a fire that destroys what's left of belief.
A reality check of an invisible love.


Discussion:

The poem Reality Check talks about a person who realizes that their fantasy of the person they love is nothing more than a dream. Basically, she finds someone who is "perfect" in every sense of the word but realizes that the love she bears for this person isn't real life. Deep down she knows he is flawed and not as perfect as she perceives him to be. 

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Bare Hands




Palms up, fingers spread.
The rawness of my hands are 
Smooth to the touch.
Untouched by another's hand,
Forgetfulness of companionship.
My bare hands desperate for
Closeness and warmth.
A magnetic pull to it's opposite hand
Discredits true comfort
The heart longs for what these hands crave.
Tamed and molded, they lack freedom.
A chance to hold another is out of reach.
My bare hands
Deserted from love's true hold.





Discussion:

The poem Bare Hands tell a sad story of a woman's longing to hold another's hand. The line "A magnetic pull to it's opposite hand/ Discredits true comfort," basically explains that she's used to the touch of her own hands so it's now second nature, or in this case magnetic. This automated action doesn't compare to the touch of someone else's hand.