I cannot write another poem
For you are not you
again,
i breathe you like a thousand years before
your sweet scent of lilac gone
you smell of prostitute--
nicotine, smoke and sweat
used times too many
i stare into you like a thousand years before
your eyes of cobalt spheres depthless
mirroring a hippie child---
drugged, oiled and greased
beyond help
My fingers remember your honey brown skin
moist, supple, and smooth
i touch you again, like i did eons ago
and find it dry,ashen and barren
an old abandoned woman's landscape
a war veteran in drought
your hair of soft strands
like grass in early morning
linger but in memory
long forgotten in the ages that passed
For the meadows have gone empty
and your crown of curls
limp in its unnatural light
and the kiss, so soft
wet, but wanted,
has gone acidic,
burning no more in passion, but in pain
hard to the lips, urgent in thirst
black in intention
I cannot write another poem
for You
are gone
you are no longer you
you are gray, cynical and bleak
and i blame myself
for i turned my back on you---
gaia.
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everyone's poems are about love right now
You really hooked me with the "you smell of prostitute--" line. Highly unexpected. A lot of your other imagery is really unusual too. This was a very satisfying read. Bravo.
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well, i didn't notice that everyone was writing about love...but im glad this got you hooked and im glad it was that particular line, as that's my favorite. Satisfying? good. I can't ask for anything more. Thanks again for the read and comment.
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omg...H-O-T
that is sooooooooooo good and really wow, like carzy good! there is so much of everything in there. love, want, but not the regulary uncontrollable lust that wins out in the end! hell yes! bravo man
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Hey there. glad this worked for you. Glad it got you to read and comment. A
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i don't get the 'gaia' at the end, but i liked the poem
i loved the lines
"you smell of prostitute--
nicotine, smoke and sweat
used times too many"
i loved the imagry in this poem.......loved the comparrison. Rewarded 4
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Thanks. glad it worked for you. "Gaia" is another name for Mother Earth. This poem was written with an environmental theme in mind.
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oh, i knew that...sorry, twas a stupid question...but i'd forgotton...thanks for telling me...
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Excellent write, Iphios, though we've come to expect no less. Putting Gaia in the title was my only clue that this was about the environment, because the parallels of a goddess and a hard-used woman are so numerous. I like how we're not sure whether you mean a woman or Gaia until the (bitter) end, then my eyes skipped back up to re-read, the lines taking on new depths, "your eyes of cobalt spheres" a lovely description of the oceaned orb beneath our feet.
"You smell of prostitute" - perfectly evocative of ugliness, jars the reader out of lilacs and poetry.
My favorite lines have got to be,
". . .and the kiss, so soft
wet, but wanted,
has gone acidic . . ."
Luminous write.
Cheers,
Pie
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Hi Pie.
Its was nice to see your comment after being away from the site for some time now. Ah yes, i too have become less present in this site.
I'm glad that the idea of the environment came in at the second read. That was the point, i wrote it to suspend the idea that this was about the earth. I like the idea of earth or even a country as a person we either love or abuse. It makes it more real i suppose.I appreciate the time you gave in reading this poem. Also, im glad you liked the lines you mentioned. Again, its always great to hear from you. See you around Pie.
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wow!
i am utterly amazed by the wonderful imagery of this poem, pertaining to earth's destruction...i absolutely appreciate poets like you who could show your concern and love about the environment in your writings...deep poets like you should have your works published so other people can share in your genius in writing...i like this very, very much...thank you for sharing.
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Your comment made me smile. I am flattered that you liked this poem and found it worth publishing. I am lucky to have seen the world and was able to relate it to the woman in this poem. This poem fell on my lap and i was happy to have written it. Again, thank you for your praise and kind words. Its encouraging.
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very powerful images.Yet so angry, angry at her who did not stay fresh and sweet and clean as you first saw but became after you left what your write, hate.
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Thank you. glad you liked it.
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ravenontheleft
May 1