The Italic life

My heart is italic, like a baby bat's wing
and October snow falls like eyelashes
on a sleeping lovers cheek.

It's four a.m.--the hour for wide-eyed
poets and lost tree spirits.

Dandelions grow backwards here,
     like eyes hungry for oxygen.

The universe washes up on my lips shoreline;
     can you taste the stars on my breath?

My heart throbs beneath crescent bone:
     syllable,
                syllable,
                           syllable.

Author's Note

Photo by David Sterchele

Reviews

[Dinali Sathma]

I don't understand what the poem is exactly about but it reminds so well of Sylvia Plath's poetry particularly the last lines " syllable, syllable, ______________________________, syllable "
Nevertheless lines like " dandelions grow backwards " and "The universe washes up on my lips shoreline;
can you taste the stars on my breath?"
succeed to conjure up a very artistic image that craves itself into your mind.
Wonderful poetry.

[Mark]

Yes I can believe your breath to be the building blocks of words. :) Love the snow reference, so many are the times I've sat and watched the silence of a snowfall. 'wide-eyed poets and lost tree spirits.' I wish I'd written that!! excellent work as always.

[eglantine]

Thank you Mark!

[Simon Welsh]

Abstract and lovely. Little clue as to what it's about (a lover?). Nice.

[joshua deathdealer]

I have missed your work immensely. This is abstract and beautiful.

[eglantine]

Thank you Joshua!

[isus]

i like this, i find it very interesting :D

[Lily Finch]

thanks to sharing this beautiful piece :)

[Jack...]

Definitely abstract in feeling my friend as an italicized word might appear in the middle of a standard roman penned sentence. Very cool.

[eglantine]

Thank you Jack!

[I Am Svetlana]

I feel bad saying that I had trouble figuring out what this piece was about, but I will admit it anyway that I was a bit stumped. But other than that, lovely title and beautiful imagery. 4 am is definitely a writers hour, since a lot have trouble falling asleep and/or staying asleep, especially if their minds are racing. I loved when you said the flowers "grow backwards here". I simply loved the thought of that, along with its image. Beautiful words here :)

[eglantine]

Thank you very much for reading and commenting!