Fragility, a poem

murky mountains

muddled with mist

and valleys that stretch

from rock to rock:


the barren land i call the sea


a hand lacking rings

sinks beneath the fog

falling under consciousness

stretched fingers grasp

vacancy


tears warm and sweet as honey

flow on a frigid face

fall from dismantled thoughts

whose inspiration moved away

leaving blankness behind


drink, my darlings

drink, my lovers of lonely

drink to the death of a heart

whose slumber once awakened

now forever ceases in awkward silence

that breathes that bleeds that blows

soft as jewelled night


whisper to me the words 

unsaid by the drunkard

who sleeps on the bench 

by the billboarded wasteland


whisper the screaming loneliness

whisper the dangling dissatisfaction


fragile i will fall

on a windy day

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Sage Williams 6 years ago

Fragile, and still so very beautifully written. I love this poem.

Great Job!

Sage


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Rose West 6 years ago from Michigan Author

Sage Williams, thank you so much for reading and commenting! I really appreciate it :)


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada

Rose, you invoke very thought provoking images in my heart and mind with the words you have here linked together. A picture as personal to me as the next readers will be to them. I read and see your heart but not so much so that your personal image overwhelms and wipes out mine. Very good. Thank you for writing and sharing this.

UlrikeGrace


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Jane Grey 6 years ago from Oregon

I am speechless before such intuitive brilliance. This poem is your best yet, in my humble opinion. Have you ever considered publishing a book of poetry? I think it would bless many people; this poem itself has qualities unlike many modern poems, reminiscent of better poets like Frost and Keats and Dickenson.


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Rose West 6 years ago from Michigan Author

UlrikeGrace, your comments really mean a lot! To know that other people can be blessed by the words I thought only I knew the meaning of, is a blessing to me. Thank you for reading and commenting!

Jane, I so appreciate your compliments! If only I were more like Emily Dickinson... Yes, I have thought about publishing poetry. The truth of this sad world is that not many people buy books of poetry anymore. The market is too narrow for my untaught poems to fit in. Of course, I could just be too scared to try.


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prasetio30 6 years ago from malang-indonesia

this is provoking hub. I enjoy the beauty of this poem. thanks


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Rose West 6 years ago from Michigan Author

I'm so glad you enjoyed, prasetio30!


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George J Hardy 6 years ago from Southern New Jersey

Lovely insight to loneliness; very good.


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Rose West 6 years ago from Michigan Author

George J Hardy, thank you for reading. I'm happy that this meant something to you.


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Moulik Mistry 6 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

Beautifully written, the touch of sadness makes it very worthwhile,,,


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Moulik Mistry 6 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

Wonderful expression, loved it all the way...


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Rose West 6 years ago from Michigan Author

Moulik Mistry, thank you for reading; I'm glad you enjoyed it!


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epigramman 6 years ago

your delicate words of grace and serenity match up perfectly with your evocative profile photo.

If there is such a thing as a true poet then you're it.


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Rose West 6 years ago from Michigan Author

Thank you so much, epigramman! You flatter me :)


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Pamela Kinnaird W 6 years ago from Maui and Arizona

A work of art, this poem. It could be about many things, but to me it seemed to describe the pain and aftermath of the finality of divorce. It could be about something entirely different -- and I haven't experienced divorce -- but this poem was like the experience of a symphony. Two people can be sitting there listening to the symphony in the concert hall and each one's mind can be conjuring up whole worlds of reality due to the power and nuances of the music. (And neither of the two might be anywhere near what the composer was thinking when he created the piece.)

The butterfly wing was so perfect for the visual. It helped to stoke the imagination.

Beautiful. Thank you.


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Rose West 6 years ago from Michigan Author

Pamela, thank you for all your words! It wasn't exactly about divorce, but still down that same road of brokenness. Of harmony that has been disrupted.


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Peggy W 5 years ago from Houston, Texas

The fragility of butterfly wings matched the fragile feeling of being lonely. Hope that whatever inspired this no longer causes any pain.


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Rose West 5 years ago from Michigan Author

Hi Peggy, human beings are pretty fragile, aren't they? And yet the pain can sometimes fade with time. Thank you for reading!

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