See the clear wetness as it
dries the shirt of white,
pressed
hard against skin still pink from passion fulfilled.
But for a moment past, a sizzle could be heard;
branding its charcoal claim to embers of suffering.
Eyes of blue no more,
inflamed to their deepest red..
the
blurred image of sadness begins its swirl into gray.
See a well of
ebony engulf the drops of crimson;.
the parting
shot from a heart sans the color of love.
About
this poem:
Almost 2
years ago I found myself writing many poems about
two lovers that could never be. It wasn't until
attending the Bee Gee's 2000 New Year's Eve
concert in Ft. Lauderdale and listening to
"Our Love", with tears streaming down
my face that everything fell into place. At that
moment is when I remembered all my poems began
with listening to the Bee Gees albums, from Main
Course on. A change in their lyrics, no matter
how upbeat, came across to me as being an almost
manic cry for a love to be, to stay, to be heard,
to be returned. From this feeling came
my ongoing poems of lovers that could never
be, no matter the love felt between them. A
sadness so torturous it's bitterness left an
aftertaste in my mouth. While listening to
"Our Love" at the concert(my first and
only time seeing the BeeGee's)the scene of
despair, pain, longing and withdrawal appeared in
technicolor and formed into Spectrum. I feel
this was a direct result of the
Brother's pain conveyed while singing and
watching Andy's face on the screen. Well, this is
my story!
I intend to write a story in prose,
combining all, from first to last, ending with
Spectrum, unless I can find it in myself to go
that one step farther into his world of demise. I
doubt that I'll tell the world my inspiration was
Andy and Victoria but for all those who may have
gone through the turbulence of lost love, perhaps
it will serve to ease their pain somewhat knowing
another has suffered as deeply, or more so in
this case. |
Sincerely,
Linda
Posted by linda j. burnett
lburnet2@tampabay.rr.com
from Palm Harbor
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