I lay comatose,Jaded heart in dormant sleep. Frigid reality sealing me in my icey tomb. Where your heated touch cannot rouse me. Deep down,far beneath this stone fortress my tears shatter on the flagstone floors like glass. The memory of you is there Haunting me, hunting me.
My cries fall mute on walls of ice, and clawing fingers bleed ice cold blood. Wake me, shake me whisper to me with your warm liquid voice. Thaw my heart with flaming eyes of long missed passion. Let your flames lick me back to life. Rescue my soul from my loveless prison. This cage of numbess is killing me
slowly
poisoning me
Slowly
Without the warmth of your love I remain in arctic death
Where your heated touch
cannot rouse me. ... may i suggest, "attempts to arouse me" because later on in the poem you requesting to be "waken and shaken" and "without the warmth of your love" ... if he "cannot rouse" you then why are you suggesting he should try ... just a small contradiction of terms ... otherwise, a very powerful poem ...
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on April 3, 2004
Sylence, I was so glad to see your name in the list this morning, after not being able to connect to the Net for 2 whole days!
There was a statewide Centurytel problem.
Anyway...on your poem...this is priceless. I am listening to an
extremely cold wind outside my window, making my office room feel like what you describe above...but...like you, it can never be as cold a tomb as my heart was made to feel, in my own 'disappointment.'
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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cannot rouse me. ... may i suggest, "attempts to arouse me" because later on in the poem you requesting to be "waken and shaken" and "without the warmth of your love" ... if he "cannot rouse" you then why are you suggesting he should try ... just a small contradiction of terms ... otherwise, a very powerful poem ...
There was a statewide Centurytel problem.
Anyway...on your poem...this is priceless. I am listening to an
extremely cold wind outside my window, making my office room feel like what you describe above...but...like you, it can never be as cold a tomb as my heart was made to feel, in my own 'disappointment.'
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx, karen lynn. :)
Best regards,
Leland
WOW! image laden write that screams pain and loneliness
your name may be sylence, but not this piece--BRAVA, *STANDING OVATION!* a keeper
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)