Touched-Embraced-Secured.
That sweet encounter suddenly held to a halt is haunting
She is missing a lover
suits her to be drunk.
Blindly walks into her darkroom
intending to perceive dreams, but
insignificant bubble frame petty scenes instead -
Plain thoughts about just now
......
Calling for attention: Gun shots
Awakens the night!
Flashes of bursting light pulse into her darkroom
She draws the curtain aside and search for the explosion.
There they were, Lightflower -
Blowing up red, green, purple and gold; Composing
Spike, sprinkle, and twinkle posses, outside her window.
She looks into the new call ...
This temporary happening. One step away
From old-grown worries
At least to rest her mind for a while
In peace
To let it remember whatever it wants to.
Some sorrow sore eyes and nose,
Lump in the throat grows larger.
These weak urges to tear,
Yet come not even a drip of it
She has not been able to cry.
Just as the window vanish from her notice
Like all good ending, the Final Grande
Resolves in three salvos
Bam-Bum-Boom!
......
The night sky proves itself beautiful -
Exploding reminiscence for her to overcome scars
Then there is no more.
She stands holding the curtain
Decides to leave it open for this very night.
Such post-catharsis quiet is perfect timing for a closure
Where once again -
It is death for a new beginning.
2 comments:
It's amazing how spacing and all these dots-commas-dashes can do to a piece of writing. I have always been afraid to use them worrying that they might become a distraction and eat off the essence of the written work. I would have settled for a plain piece but it really is so much richer now. Yeay!
The flow of this piece continues to suprise me. But something is still not said in here & i can't quite pin point the missing thing. Maybe it is the missing "Part II" of this piece. It is originally much longer. I'm working on the second half now and hopefully both parts will come together nicely.
peace
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