Kiyo Murakami
Your tectonic heart
Gathers breadth
The air is sullen, commiserate
It scatters momentum-
Hissing black daisies
That fracture and wilt
Over asphalt
Their deranged shadows
A funeral procession,
Swallowing entire thoroughfares
And veins too tight for ingress.
Soiled rainbows pool inside
Your tumescent pupils
It’s your sorrow I see
In the storm’s distillation
The reflection of your brooding silence
That stymied heart of thorns,
Incomprehensible in greeting.
These clouds,
The color of pumice,
Form a defensive blanket,
Snuffing out all
Adversarial bodies of light
Eyes closed
You turn 180 degrees
And withdraw,
A distinct continent
mindlovemisery 
that very peace rendering and soulful piece of writing..
Glad u r back in form 🙂
Thank you so much for your beautiful words
This is lovely and I love this line “It’s your sorrow I see in the storm’s distilled”. I’m glad you feel like writing again (not that there was every anything wrong with it) 🙂
Thank you so much =) That makes a huge difference in how I perceive my work how much I enjoy the process of writing it. Since I am writing everyday I have different levels of motivation and inspiration. I am used to writing only when I am compelled to write but I don’t always write my best poems then, I can’t always reign all the ideas in.
Great write, especially love the first 3 lines, great tone setter and some wonderful word choices
Thanks Fred I am so glad you liked it =)
paints a very beautiful picture… a dark and despairing one, but a beautiful one nonetheless (:
Thank you very much
These clouds the color of wasting
Form a defensive blanket, snuffing out
All adversarial bodies of light and you
Just close your eyes and look away
WONDERFUL…….AWESOME
Thank you Raja I am so happy you enjoyed =)
To me, this poem so speaks the feelings of emotional pain we are so immersed in that its hard to process and becomes a static void that breaths numbness….An enthralling work. Wow!
Awww thank you so much Cindy you say the sweetest things =)
Such a well written piece of poetry.”Soiled rainbows pool inside your black irises
It’s your sorrow I see in the storm’s distilled
Eye the reflection of your brooding silence”…Powerful lines.
Awww thank you very much. I am so glad you enjoyed =)
Reblogged this on mindlovemisery and commented:
A second rewrite been editing the archives again
“The air is sullen, commiserate”
How good that is! as is the entire work.
This is writing of a very high order and i love it.
In admiration
john
Awww thank you John that means a lot as I really admire you writing XD