she thought she could forget
the lexis
putrid words that decomposed
her assurance
and interred her spirit
but they perform
a macabre ballet on the stage
of her memory
clothed in ornate costumes
embellished lies
malicious, repulsive expressions
that murdered love
and cannot be laid to rest
by any apology
or desperate act of contrition
Belle,
Yes I agree that some acts are unforgivable, and cannot ever be forgotten. This is quite dark for you, Hope everything is good in your world...
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Even the painful side exudes beautiful creativity that lives on forever. The meaning goes well beyond words...but the craft is evident in every verse unmasked. There is so much I like everywhere I turn but Very little else can inspire me so as this.
Amor
This unique poem of pain and murdered love almost takes ones breath away with the blanket of cerebral grief that descends with it La Belle. You have exposed a vein of dramatic heartbreak. The loss is inherent in every utterance. Perfectly done. Superb. Bob
Wow! Whoever attacked you still have a hold on your psyche that you haven't fully repelled. This is not the kind of poetry that I've experienced from you for so long. I do hope you can get beyond what happened soon so that you can regain your confidence in your work without constantly thinking about your attacker.
Belle, there is great depth and much revealed in your poem. We are all
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Regis
Yes I agree that some acts are unforgivable, and cannot ever be forgotten. This is quite dark for you, Hope everything is good in your world...
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Amor
Still one must slay the ghosts and move on.
Walt
Ron
budd
captives of our decisions and yes the very verbalization of our own thoughts, promises, sacred vowels and also those of others. As you so eloquently pose,"malicious, repulsive expressions that murdered love and cannot be laid to rest by any apology or desperate act of contrition". May love and peace be forever with you my dear friend. Jon Michael
Always,
Deborah