Your Name
Jan 28th, 2010 | By Paula Dawn | Category: Poetry | 183 viewsThe kerosene lantern hisses your name as
Your shadow tries to smother my flame.
I need no reminders of the essence of you, but
Your scent lingers and mingles with dusk’s wet dew.
They wrap in my memory and like a closed cocoon I refuse
To open, and safe my thoughts are armoured within.
I will not believe love can be discarded and considered a
Sin.
I cannot fathom how poet of lore knew of this distress and
Writ the words my fingertips caress
My emotions are dolorously tossed to the darkest depths
And then swept and borne on crosswinds high.
This thing called love, how can others feel the same?
Why do we bear this obscene obscure pain?
Bewildered I sit with my head bowed low and in my
Darkness I listen to the kerosene lantern hiss your name.
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About Paula Dawn: A combination of talent drawn form a vivid imagination and the motto, "Always Be in the Process of Becoming and Never Just Being," is how I try to live everyday. Inspired by a mother/artist and a father/photographer and a home/studio; one could say I know not of life without some form of art although I have not always been an active participant. Recently the metamorphosis from viewer to creator unleashed endless possibilities as each day brings forth a blank canvas to be drawn upon...whether it is to be photograph, a collage, a poem or a sketch or a piece of multi mediums. The wonder of "it all" is what brings the personal pleasure that allows me to share with others a passing moment of thought or a stroke of color caught in time and space in this collage we call life. |
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