Sharp mind-aches control his day
The sway of a woman is to blame
Her memory hugs his hand
infiltrates his amnesia
Dry skin absorbs that memory
(like a sponge in the touch of water)
until it reaches his broken limb
Those eyes sink in the absence
of an exhilaration twice stolen
Despair reaches his bones
It fractures her spirit
It opens his eyes
She is on the same rocking chair
misinterpreting the mess
_____Adriana Citlali
XX-IV-MMXIV
Interesante poesía Adry… y va muy bien con la foto, que sospecho también es de tu autoría. Vamos por buen camino, ¡Felicidades!
¡Gracias! La foto la tomé cuando vivía en Texas, en un parque llamado Brazos Bend. Me gusta utilizarla porque es suficientemente simple como para poder acompañar diferentes poemas.
Don’t we all misinterpret the mess. A human trait, I fear.
Yes we do. Life might be boring if we always get the “mess” properly interpreted, don’t you think? 🙂
This has a beautiful discordance..almost rocking along with misinterpreting the mess
Thank you, Jae. Ironically, I struggled a lot finding a way to use the word “rocking” in the poem.
The sway of a woman is often to blame. 😉
Do you really think so? … smiles …
Love the ending to this, Adriana. Nicely written poem.
Pamela
I love this poem!
Often a couple will misinterpret their partner’s feelings and you poem illustrates this well.
She is on the same rocking chair misinterpreting the mess – I love the mess!