That Single Rose Sought Blood
Sought Blood…
Aphonic lips spill,
thoughts so red the words unsaid
and whispers barely heard,
absurdity her quill,
her fashioned thoughts and well phrased ill,
could not evoke the pain,
in her tremulous hands.
His parting knell
so thunderous,
felt in heart and soul,
that tore her mind apart, from whole,
together they’d been bound,
in an approximation of love’s resound,
yet broken now she stood.
Swirling myriad colors, converging,
rushing in and out of sight,
as if flames from hell were lashing at her soul,
her might stricken to a wasting plight,
weakened to a breathless, fading light,
she could not amend her pain.
So dark feelings held her hostage,
words, none to abate her slide from breath,
no remedy or brave confession
could elevate her bloom,
as she like brown petals, wilted,
pallid skin and cloud consumed,
fell to a vacant gaze.
Aphonic lips so dry,
sucked in the sky,
cast of brooding tempest,
and as day subsided, she fell to silence,
her life so strewn, amended,
and within herself she descended,
her hand upon a single rose
sought blood.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Wow ! The poem exudes her dark feelings as if they jump right off the page. So much power in your excellent phrasing, Tony. Masterful penning. Well done.
So pleased you enjoyed it Phyllis. Many thanks.
The first word I thought of when I read this was “powerful” and I see Phyllis has already used that in her comment. A great piece of poetry here, Tony.
Thank you John, your kind words much appreciated. Take care.