Our Home Cannot Be Here
I lit a fire on the beach
Just as you were feeling beaten by the wind
We can't hear anything in this weather
But the waves and the crackling wood
You don't speak anyway
We have nothing we care to say
Our human silences amid nature's screams
Fill me with a loss so unforgettable
Our human silences amid nature's screams
Fill me with a void so inescapable
The sky goes dark and the sea slides away
Time is huge and our movements; tiny
I wrote my address on the back of your hand
But you reached into the water and it vanished
I can't imagine a life not anchored here
As you turn slow and dive from me
The answers come only with soft punches
A milked stone, I lie folded and bruised
How could we ever know the lost romance
Your whirlpool eyes cry tears of understanding
I dust the sand from my baked face and frown
There's no warning of love's swift decay
Our human silences amid nature's screams
Fill me with an ache so overwhelming
Come; reveal the night's blackest heart
You say you love me, as you leave me
You say you care for me, as you go down on him
There's no favour you can grant me anymore
There's no connection to the blood in my heart
Just open your palms, expose our withered bonds
The rain rages fast and hard across the sand
We tussle like broken wings on some sick bird
Finality comes to me with its absolute decision
Your hand slips away and swings clear for all time
I let myself fall back into the water, exhaling slowly:
'Our home cannot be here...'
(2010)
darren thomas
Mon 31st May 2010 21:44
Yep, your poetry has depth, that's for sure. Although this feels more like poetic prose than anything more formal (not a criticism btw) and there's a lot to absorb as many of the nouns seem to be modified - but I enjoy reading your poetry because it 'feels' poetic. If that makes sense...?
Look forward to reading more.