whispers ...
i've painted over
the whispers of love
that you left indiscreetly
on the walls of the bedroom
brushed over all
the purrs and hums
and denouements
that wound us into
the single cocoon
of the secret sexual life
we shared
a life entwined by the ribbons
of deepest departures
and the cruellest dares ...
i think you would like the colour
a mustard yellow gone orange
blended something like
a sunset
irreconcilable in its
determination to end
the crispest blues
of daylight
and now that i've finished
i can't help but wonder
how easily the dark night
eclipses all the colours
of my life
when i remember
asking you to stay
and watching you walk away
without so much as
a single whisper
the whispers of love
that you left indiscreetly
on the walls of the bedroom
brushed over all
the purrs and hums
and denouements
that wound us into
the single cocoon
of the secret sexual life
we shared
a life entwined by the ribbons
of deepest departures
and the cruellest dares ...
i think you would like the colour
a mustard yellow gone orange
blended something like
a sunset
irreconcilable in its
determination to end
the crispest blues
of daylight
and now that i've finished
i can't help but wonder
how easily the dark night
eclipses all the colours
of my life
when i remember
asking you to stay
and watching you walk away
without so much as
a single whisper
There are these ones, there are those ones and there is you... The way i figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, i will most probably never be a miss Bulgaria. I would never win Noble Prize or write a book. But if you think at least one of all these things will happen to someone of us. All miracles are different. My miracle was that out of all the sites i had visited in the whole virtual world, i ended up visiting Kennedy James's page, there was a great relief, when outside, things were starting to be shaky. My spot of silence.
ReplyDeleteIt was a shout delivered as a whisper.
A definition you won't find in the dictionary: walking away- an act of mistrust and loveless...
and in case you wonder, not walking away( again, not in the dictionary) - an act of trust and love.
I thought you were Miss Bulgaria ... ;o}
DeleteWOW ... what an explosive vision in so few words .... stunning writing!!!
ReplyDeletePerhaps ..... sometimes .... those whispers and purrs are not meant to fade ..... for love .... if sincere ... will always be love .... and those whispers and purrs will forever be there ... in the colours of the sunsets ... and the colours of the dawn.
Yes, there is always the dawn and a new day ... we just have to remember that things do turn ...
DeleteIs it possible to paint someone out of your life? I don't think so, no matter what color or name has been assigned to an emotion. Once someone has made a brush stroke on your life, it's there forever. The music video is heartbreaking on so many different levels.
ReplyDeleteYou're right, you can whitewash the fence a hundred times, but you'll always remember what's underneath all that paint ...
DeleteSomeone said to me recently that when you part company -- for whatever reason -- with someone with whom you had a serious relationship, this person takes a part of you with them. I'm inclined to believe that this is true, both as a romantic notion and also in a very real sense. At least, it has always felt that way.
ReplyDelete~Manfred
Yes, you give up a part of something with every fallen branch ...
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ReplyDeleteseveral emotions in the same sleeping bag, I like this poem :)
Can be very cozy in a sleeping bag ...
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