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Poem: The distant flower
31 May 2014 at 07:14hrs | Views
My heart is bursting over
Heavy with unshared emotion
Miles away you are yet still I bend over
Hanging on to the dream I hold dear
Gentle memories revive my parting tears
You forgot your shadow in my dreams
My fears pile like years on land
To leave it barren from over-use
This pain despises the good times we share
It causes the heart to fall farther and hide
I lost myself on the way to finding you
I know not my past before you came
It is your breath that completes my heartbeat
My identity is child to your fairy-like aura
This body you see obeys me not anymore
See what you have done you disastrous Gibson girl
You have taken over the entirety of what I held dear
To put in its place a face I would kill to have
It is the image of a goddess from my Christmas dream
You sit in my mind just next to my knowledge of God
You pull on my nerves and toy with my ears
I sit here in these cold blankets and my mind wanders
I am lost in a maze of emotion and abject desperation
It is way too early to be thinking this much
But my mind is set to this robust infatuated ache
In my mind I meet you at some imagined place
You walk toward me with a stride that unsettles me
Slowly you get near and start to fade away and off
I hold out my arms to welcome your balminess
But you disappear like smoke from a winter's fire
The cinders burn even my heart's armour
And until you return to douse this wild passion
Here I shall be; lonely, broken and defenceless
Heavy with unshared emotion
Miles away you are yet still I bend over
Hanging on to the dream I hold dear
Gentle memories revive my parting tears
You forgot your shadow in my dreams
My fears pile like years on land
To leave it barren from over-use
This pain despises the good times we share
It causes the heart to fall farther and hide
I lost myself on the way to finding you
I know not my past before you came
It is your breath that completes my heartbeat
My identity is child to your fairy-like aura
This body you see obeys me not anymore
See what you have done you disastrous Gibson girl
You have taken over the entirety of what I held dear
To put in its place a face I would kill to have
It is the image of a goddess from my Christmas dream
You sit in my mind just next to my knowledge of God
You pull on my nerves and toy with my ears
I sit here in these cold blankets and my mind wanders
I am lost in a maze of emotion and abject desperation
It is way too early to be thinking this much
But my mind is set to this robust infatuated ache
In my mind I meet you at some imagined place
You walk toward me with a stride that unsettles me
Slowly you get near and start to fade away and off
I hold out my arms to welcome your balminess
But you disappear like smoke from a winter's fire
The cinders burn even my heart's armour
And until you return to douse this wild passion
Here I shall be; lonely, broken and defenceless
Source - Carlo Marcel
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