Your eyelashes fall
on tablecloth cheekbones;
fine, white linen,
to an unsustainable point.
Your tears spill
and stain the cloth,
of grey, of grey,
spoiling that unattainable dream.
I definitely just saw the words eyelash and tablecloth in a preview for a deviation as I was clearing out my inbox but I'd already hit delete before my brain processed it - if you know who wrote it please lemme know so I can create it for sparking this off.
Edit: Inspired by
trece.your lashes are tepid
against the tablecloth of my
your lips touch my trembling
saliva like poison, you
leave a trail of
rotting irises and burning
and sometimes i wish i
a sense of touch as to
my way out of the holes the
broken boys find
i can't save everyone from
chlorine in their lungs,
but i surely can save
I'll let you know what I understood from this poem:
The person... because of the noticeable linen that has been stretched to that extent as it has, is for me... indicating (probably) a person who has died, or is undergoing some sort of therapy. In essence, the person's going to start dying soon... or is eventually passing life somehow.
Here, its the post trauma of that therapy which that person is somehow... not going good at all... That's what I feel... its as if the person is corroding. In essence, the person is dead inside, and there's no way out...
Barney the dinosaur decided that he looked like an ape and he decided on becoming bald
Barney the dinosaur got his ass handed to him.
This is absolutely fantastic. The imagery is mindblowing
vivid and telling -- very well writ!
this is absolutely lovely. for some reason, it reminds me of the great gatsby, especially the "unattainable dream" part. i love it
I don't know whether you are referring to a poem submitted to DA or to something from published poets. In case it's the latter here is a website called PoemHunter.com which is good at searching from bits of information.
Aww this is beautiful <3 xxx
It is so wonderful when your mind can bring two things together to make something even more beautiful!