- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Cold Hands
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Click hereAn hour here, an hour
there. The pennies ebb
like tides, but someone pays
or no one rides for free.
It doesn't matter anymore,
this pride of win or place
is all a show, all the depth
of void if you ask me.
Feel free,
I'm not annoyed.
No more of that. I'm only tired
of the silent spaces whispered
in between the beat of busy days
when I remember laughing years
and masks of smiles that covered
tears for what we knew was real,
but gave no voice.
So fine, I made my choice,
and I know yours. You'd
watch me fall, you
wouldn't lift me up.
It's comfortable in your big house.
My jewels tarnish in your account.
What did 30 years amount to anyway?
The other best friend cleans the rooms
while you assume that all is right:
your sins dance on a pinpoint,
mine fill hell.
I wonder if you ever feel
the winter swell inside
your busy, empty palms.
- COMMENTS
darthjserover 16 years agoPainful yet isn't that what many of us see happen in life? It is something we learn from our own mistakes and others, not to get into those pitholes and witness the smile of a friend turn cold, so cold.
LeBrozabout 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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LeBrozover 17 years agoI wonder what it is about the winter that brings out such depressing writes in poets.
dcpoet44over 18 years agobut well worth the read. love this stanza:
The other best friend cleans the rooms
while you assume that all is right:
your sins dance on a pinpoint,
mine fill hell.
nicely done......don
suitepover 18 years agoThis poem tugs at the places that strain and fatigue a person emotionally. I really enjoyed this work. My favorite lines are already mentioned in the other comments, but not unworthy of noting them again.
Thanks for sharing!
Vampiric_Mirageover 18 years agoIt took me a few moments to realise what the poem was about. Very touching and tragic.
"your sins dance on a pinpoint,
mine fill hell."
wow, nicely written.
Maria2394over 18 years agoI wish I didnt understand this one Ange, but hugs, I do. right on target, excellent work.
lobomaoover 18 years agoin what ever lonely corner
that you find your hell
if you see my intentions
pack them up and send them home
I need them to make
a shadow of my conscience
for now I need a compass
to carry me back
as I stumble forward
like a man with amnesia
uncertain not only of what he has done
but also the terror of not knowing why
sackover 18 years agolike a rare gemstone, as you read and reread different facets shine! Thanks for sharing!
