I’ve mapped the stars through inversion
The reflection of a deadlocked pool
Superficially favoring a change of course
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This love accumulating over time
Has grown exponentially more exhausting
I suffer from neither contrition nor objection
Only the unshakeable conviction
That “I” as the subject have died
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So much of your heart remains uninhabited
Immaculate white rooms with no juxtaposition
We sleep with our backs facing, crepuscular eyes
Seeking truce in a bilateral quarantine
*
I find you in the belly of false stones
Unable to extract a single door or window
From your departure, the fireplace
Winks knowingly from across the room,
There is no heat left in her body,
Only hypotheticals
mindlovemisery 
Ahh… nature! And doin’ what comes naturally!
Thank you
I agree 100%
Thank you =)
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Exhausted love, nothing left, no words, a tensed environment- Powerful writing. A picture of melancholy painted in your words.
Thank you so much Ammol you understood perfectly
I find you in the belly of false stones…. adore it! The pic is both a little disturbing but fascinatingly dark as is the write Yves x
It is I was intrigued and creeped out by it simultaneously. Thank you for your note yesterday where I’d written om instead of on it took my forever to see it! Thanks so much Jenny =)
that’s ok sweet – sometimes we don’t see little things – you are welcome 🙂 x
Of course you can Jenny and please feel free to link it here =)
I find the thought of an uninhabited heart disturbing. It’s what you are saying about the persona that is scary, and then how pathetic a vision of a person that then is. I found this disturbing Yves, and I guess one would hope a person who was lacking heart would soon find ways to fill that void. You had me thinking with this one.
It is very disturbing when people get to this point
I like this topic, I’m thinking of my own version of it, Deadlock I mean not your poem….would never think of touching anything of yours……just an intriguing topic.
By all means Michael feel free to drop your link in the comments =)
Thanks.
Thanks =)
Here is the link to my attempt at Deadlock
http://summerstommy.com/2013/11/30/poem-54/
awesome collection..! 😉
Thanks =)
welcome
So dark, so deep…fantastic!! 🙂 🙂
Thanks Helen!
I may also give my hand a try at this Deadlock – if I may?
Yves – this is what I wrote from your inspiring piece – thank you so much 🙂
http://ramblingsfromamum.wordpress.com/2013/11/30/screw-you-prose/
Thank you Jenny I absolutely loved yours, you crushed it!
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that last stanza is packed, to me, the belly of false stones lines is inspired…her sitting there with her hypotheticals is a great end on this as well…
Thanks Brian for your wonderful compliment =)
We sleep with our backs facing, crepuscular eyes
Seeking truce in a bilateral quarantine
I find you in the belly of false stones
such an inspired passage in a brilliantly disturbing poem,
thankfully i’m not there now, but i’ve known this ‘place’.
I am so glad you are free of that and thank you so much for your kind words =)
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Potent, dark, evocative….especially moved by “There is no heat left in her body,/ Only hypotheticals.” I think it resonated with the dancer, as well as the woman, in me. Thank you for your work.
Thank you for your beautiful compliments