Your memory
does not belong to the name
nor to the second I breath
It moves not
the howling word of pain
not the darkest desire in me
I sigh without knowing
that this pain is the name
of that which is killing me softly
Name
Published by Daniel Saint-John on December 8, 2011 - 16:23
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | December 8, 2011 - 20:35
Short but sweet, Daniel;-)
Tina
seashore | December 8, 2011 - 23:29
Really good
shoe | December 9, 2011 - 14:04
I'm not really sure what it's about, love, loss? but I do like it.
Daniel Saint-John | December 9, 2011 - 19:23
@Tina, hello & thank you. It is short. Wanted to write more but the poem seemed to stop there. Must listen to the poem, though.
@Shore, thank you too.
@Shoe, I think it is a bit of both, is not all love also a kind of loss and viceversa. But you could also say it is bittersweet.
Excelsior!