It changes by the day, my memory of you.
Most days it is soft and cool like wingtips
Of the Canadian geese that flew
Over the funeral procession when our lips
First met in that dusty old graveyard
Full of mystique and dead bodies and dreams.
.
Ah, things aren't quite ever what they seem.
No matter how I toss the dice or turn the key,
You are nothing now but hot, venting steam
Leaving my memories and leaving me
To trip and fall into an echo of the past
That comforts the cuts like lemon juice and salt.
.
Maybe I've come to like the sting.
This pain is the truth in the memory
And I'll wear it like a ring
For the world to see it belongs to me.
You are an autumnal tornado with swirling vortices
Of moldy air gone brown with the soggy leaves.
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The smell of you is a compulsion.
I can't stop myself from putting my face to the autumn air
And inhaling until my lungs ache from the emulsion
Of you and me and this emergency flare
Burning through the canopy of my madness,
Streaking into the black sky, calling for home.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (7)
Burning through the canopy of my madness. I could read that line a thousand times. Amazing work
So well written!
This was so emotional! I loved it so much!
Such amazing use of metaphor and imagery in this!!
Complex mix of emotions and memories! Beautifully done as always, Silver! 💌
Another work of wordsmithing wonder! “Maybe I've come to like the sting” and “The smell of you is a compulsion” really captured a sense of comfort in a sense of companionship despite the rottenness or sourness that might be consuming it
Stunning poem, really. I had to read it twice before I even noticed the rhyme scheme, which is a testament to structure serving the message. I also appreciate how the theme of swirling emotions is underscored by the running metaphor of air in its varied and capricious forms. I don't know whether this poem ends with begrudging acceptance or a cry for help. And that ambiguity in itself is powerful.