I’m vomiting colours
- blue
a deep aquamarine hue
I hear time slip away,
shuffling past
the empty open door
The night fills with
your name
dark, musk, but stale
I drown in pools of green
but fail, again,
to recognise the taste of tears
Offer me your hand
to hold just once
and never to return
Give me just your life
and, I swear,
I’ll ask for nothing more
Comments
fatboy74 | July 23, 2011 - 11:03
Compact and beautifully formed little poem. :-)
RachelPatricia | July 23, 2011 - 23:07
What with the opening line featuring the word 'vomiting' and all, it was a complete surprise to watch this unfurl into such a beautiful poem - really enjoyed this, many congrats on the cherries :)
Thought of a title yet?
Parson Thru | July 24, 2011 - 20:19
Thanks FB.
Parson Thru | July 24, 2011 - 20:24
Thank you so much. It was a surprise to me, too. :) No idea what to call it. Might ask Blue Peter to run a poem naming competion - it will probably end up being called Jason or Patch.
RachelPatricia | July 25, 2011 - 20:26
Ha! I like Jason, but what about 'The Taste of Tears' or 'To Hold Just Once' - I struggle a lot with titles sometimes and just choose a line that fits the majority of the time, and I think these are two of the most beautiful lines in this poem, just a suggestion ;)
Rachel xx
Parson Thru | August 7, 2011 - 16:08
Finally named. A big acknowledgement to Rachel. x
I rather liked Petra. Or maybe Patch - Shep? What was the parrot called?
RachelPatricia | August 7, 2011 - 16:26
Parrot? I only remember the cats, Karrie and Okie! (though I think they were spelt more like the Friday night phenomenon known as Kareoke, or is that Karaoke? Never can tell)
Glad to be of service, Parson ;)
Rachel xx