fears of death #poem #poetry

fears of death
strangled in the heat of our palms
our bodies scratched by silver bracelets
glide onto passion’s desperation curve
go beyond the locus of the flesh
kill our caricatures which people call reality
light ferocious fires on the altar of the gods
in rituals we burn to ashes our fears
dry into the smell of lilac
our tears

ah, i forgot to tell you when i meet you in my dreams
Arabella still sells bracelets in the silver market
she asks me every time about you
while lizards run their greens into the nearby parkette
i lie and promise her youโ€™ll come next time
to buy another bracelet and some juicy limes

now in the silence of long purple nights
the silver bracelets do not hurt my flesh at all
but every minute you are not with me
cuts yet another wound
into my soul

@short-prose-fiction

image: Zolotatevs; Shutterstock; [link]

 

65 thoughts on “fears of death #poem #poetry

  1. Good morning G. Hope you Sunday is started off well. Mine has just improved.

    Absence can cut so deep as you have illustrated so eloquently. Just like every good bye from that someone special can feel like a little death. Each parting killing us softly.

    This was gorgeous. Heartfelt, romantic, soulful.

    Your finale…….well……it cut deeply. Beautifully done.

     
    1. Ay… Thank you so much Drew for those wonderful words. I am glad to hear that your Sunday just improved. Mine didn’t start yet ๐Ÿ˜‰
      I am between two worlds not knowing what to do with myself.
      I need coffee!!!!!
      Take care of you, Drew.

       
      1. Yes, coffee. Do your Starbucks run (with the proper running attire, of course). Laughing so hard.

        Well, if you have to chose between two worlds, select the one that offers more possibilities of making this a wonderful day.

         
      2. Do I have a choice? YAY! I may go back to sleep. Or maybe go to Starbucks to buy that Mango Dragon Refresher. Plenty of caffeine inside ๐Ÿ™‚
        Too many choices. lol

         
    1. Thank you so much, Shantanu. It means a lot to me. Where are the pictures from the dance? How was it?

       
  2. Itโ€™s a beautiful mesh of vivid imagery, memories and sensuality, dearest G, you always amaze me with your poetic range. Reading your works I always get a feeling Iโ€™ve to learn a lot of this craft! Brilliant!!

     
    1. Thank you so much for your beautiful comment Tayna. It means a lot to me. I’m learning from you too, dear. I am still under the spell of your poem.
      Sending you lots of love!
      G

       
    1. I do agree with you ๐Ÿ™‚
      Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Gina. You comment humbles me.

       
    1. Oh, you are so sweet my friend. I like that stanza too. Anabella sells papers. Arabella sells bracelets ๐Ÿ™‚

       
    1. Thank you so much, my dear! You are so good to me. Have a wonderful and blessed rest of day ๐Ÿ’•๐ŸŒธโค๏ธ

       
  3. Beautiful poem. Your cadence, rich vocabulary accompanying imagery superlative. The breezy thoughts can’t be matched. I am a thief and I steal form and structure from other poets. But with you I am totally defeated unable to open the safe. I’ll keep coming here hoping to strike the payload sooner or later.

     
    1. Thank you so much for your kindness, my dear. Coming from you those words mean a lot to me.
      Wishing you a beautiful afternoon,
      Sincerely
      G

       

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