Consume my physical receptacle
Pool your passion as you will
Favour the inevitable
As I swallow the bitter pill
Of realising your incompetence
Of being more than a physical presence
Leave me yearning for more substance
In my search for a soulmate’s essence.
I am water – gluedmirror
— Read on gluedmirror.wordpress.com/2018/05/29/i-am-water/amp/
I feel as though bits of me are slipping away. The more I fulfil my dreams, the more my essence fades. Where is the balance between my destiny and my provenance? The journey doesn’t secure a link to both. Though I’ll gladly discard the parts that are unsecured and tangible, the rest I want to retain.
I feel as though bits of me are slipping away. Maybe one day I will awaken to the butterfly and not the caterpillar. Until then, my doubt lingers like the promise of metamorphosis.
Hello and welcome.
Any poet will tell you that events and people inspire the art. Our exchanges breathe moments of desire, passion and slowly dying embers of deceit or delight. As the intensity passes, we are left with the memories of the encounter and this rare beast is what we try to capture within our words. Well, at least I do!
This poem, for me, is the moment trust dies in a relationship. It could be a friendship, a loved one, a relationship with a workmate or boss. In time, we all experience events where life becomes art and the words that encapsulate that emotion are trapped forever.
I hope this poem as much as I enjoyed writing it. It doesn’t have a name yet. Maybe you could suggest one in the comments below.
Have a great evening.
Nuances once found endearing
Now grate against my skin
Scratching, screaming down my vertebrae
Telling me all your sins
Incompetence and flagrant misdirection
Needles picking at your consistence
Integral parts of my anatomy
Shouting out allegories against your existence
Deprivation within the biomass
This disorder known as yourself
Rip disregarded respect and faith
Away from all harmony; my loss, your wealth
Copyright held by ©Eloise De Sousa (2018)
White flakes silence the world
Muffled in a blanket of cold
Heat cries in dismay.
High pitched laughter
Flying balls find their hysterical targets.
Icy fingers purpling
Breath now heavy
Time to find the noise and warmth again.
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