Mountain Peak
The one I'm trying to climb (is my understanding of you)
It isn't appropriate to keep you locked in a cage
Even if it the bars are made of calcium and bone.
Neither is it advisable to keep something like you
Inside the smooth bone cave housing thoughts
That ruminate and spark and fight like a star's heart.
You are too perfect, too pure, too pretty to live there.
And I've said nothing about the fact that you're a ghost.
.
A gossamer thought moving through the ether,
Swirling and swaying through the northern lights.
This world has never quite managed to cuff you,
Chain you to the ground and bleed you dry, has it?
Maybe you're just so burdened that your stills
Looks like the effortless spin of dancing through love.
You are the swish of moonlight through clouds.
.
How could I dream of capturing something like that
Without also nightmaring about burning butterfly wings?
They would burn, wouldn't they, if you spent one night
Sleeping under the fathomless skies of my thoughts.
It is me that would turn the blue butterfly to grey ash.
The pit of me stretches deeper than the mountain of you.
And I do not want to obliterate that greatness.
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A/N
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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 (6)
The phrase "look, but don't touch" came to mind from this. That sense of yearning from afar came through so powerfully. Wonderful poem, Silver!
More stunning work from you. Like Cathy, I love the pieces that make my grey matter work in overdrive. I do wonder if you/the narrator was speaking to yourself internally, or someone externally. It really does read like it could be either/or or maybe even both. As usual, exquisite word and phrasing choices. Also, I don't do socials, but well done to you getting yourself out there! :)
I love pieces that make me think. The first two lines made me wonder if the narrator were speaking about their own soul. Then I moved on to believing it's about someone else, but by the end, I was back to it speaking about a part of one's self they feel is trapped, but are afraid to set free. It's quite relatable. A wonderful piece! Well done.
Beautiful
What a way to experience your world. Your work is so beautiful.
The last two lines really hit hard. Beautiful work