De Sade beams at you
-delighting at the sound of dead leaves crunching
underneath your taunting feet;
-gulping in deep breaths, wonderment,
when blowing away dandelion down, shrieking
as you scattered them into disrememberment;
-giggling at how a brook bitterly bottles up tears
while it sulks;
and yet, I still stay, yearning
as empty bottles and blank sheets of paper
-clinking to stall being abraded by silence
-flipping at the slightest breeze
so that dust won't bury me under your conciousness
deep
next to crushed leaves,
bald dandelion heads,
and wet choked sniffs
as Masoch applauds.
Comments (3)
hi rchrd! thanks for dropping by and taking time to comment. :)
yup, we've the same title but i think our subjects are different. you've a nicely executed concept. i like the imagery of the crushed leaves and paper blowin away.very, very somber. i think my heart died a bit, reading this.
wow. nice comment. and you got here fast! that's nice. thanks a lot! i appreciate the feedback.
new year, new format! :-D i enjoyed "feeling" your poem. wow.