she does indeed live

i cursed in ponds
of sworn negligence of empathy
that i would walk the stones her leather feet wandered


i kissed her black lips heavy with ivy
measled with care of child's blood splatter
and promised her at a church's mourning i would moan


there is no daisy that wilts with mortality
its seeds are peppered among fields anywhere, evergreen
with character it livens at the decomposing of day
while evening's dance gathers its sterile stem


i saw her in the mirror with monochromatic's hesitant sneer
and i wondered if i should kiss her again


my tongue whispered the hymn of death
objected the calls of now absent symphony of sirens
in her, i see
    in me, she lives

Reviews

[cilla]

Always up to something interesting, I see. And so often creating with a manic edge, dangling over the nothingness some call life. So, who is this girl who dwells within you? The Siren's Song now silent and you are left to wander through the night.

Love this poem ... your work is never disappointing and always most compelling. Outstanding!

[Somebrownnerd]

Very soul shuttering. I thoroughly enjoyed the free verse. I'm looking forward to reading more of your work.

[Alpris]

Thanks plenty, I appreciate your review and kind interest in my work.