Anchored

To touch a smile,
Kiss the creases where the lips curl
And form tiny dimpled lines.

An impossibility.

Reality
murders me softly.
Chained by apathy,
Anchored in burnt ochre earth
Feet tied to the place we farewelled.

Here I remained.

Antipathy.

My eyes can’t look at you any other way.

They sting,
burn,
cry.

Stuck where we said goodbye.

To stroke the sun kissed skin
of your broad shoulders
freckled
by the loving hateful halo of light.

My fingertips-
Anticipating.
Loneliness was never part of the plan
Heart wrenching pain
Screaming
Re-iterating
Emptiness.

Howling to the four winds
Cursing to gods of nothingness
False low currs
As the vultures circle
And I await to die
Here
Where you said goodbye.

Kill me softly
With hands bound
But mind free.
Just touch the smile
and remember
me.

A couple of poems this week, I started thinking about debt believe it or not and then it spiralled to divorce being a single mum and everything. I guess it came out in my writing. Sometimes life in metaphor is easier than straight lines.

Why not submit your own poem? One Stop Poetry, the site that kicked my ass into gear…;)

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29 responses to “Anchored

  1. Love the emotion, anger but embers of feeling
    all of these elements create a creative hotbed

    Nice work for One shot

    Thanks from the Moon

  2. False low currs
    As the vultures circle
    And I await to die
    Here
    Where you said goodbye.

    Almost invokes a spiritual collapse. Like being abandoned by your God.

  3. There is a reason certain topics are oft-brushed with poets: emotion, such emotion. You’ve driven a lot of feeling into this work, and into us through it. And it runs the gamut of emotion, for that matter. There is agony, there is love, sadness–very human, very real. Good images, good description, packaged well together for an excellent execution.

  4. Hi shan…you fooled me with the blog change but not with the words…when we start on our journeys we never imagine how things can turnout…your words were chosen brilliantly…and the read was a perfect…chin up my friend..pete

    • Fancied a change of scene, and Snowdon in winter seemed to fit the bill for me 😉 Just letting my mind wander rhetorically, and after many many edits, this is what became of it.
      S

  5. anchored, chained, tied…lots of strong images of not being able to move without the other, the one, who’s missed so much.
    a beautiful poem on a sad topic, crafted with just the right dose of emotion. really liked it

  6. Beautiful… I remembered with this the song which I loved ‘Killing me softly with her song’… and your words are so poignant… and I relate with this one very much… ‘Feet tied to the place we farewelled.’
    Farewelled… what a neat use…
    Thanks for sharing…

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
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  7. wow… brilliant imagery! Each line I read, I was gasping for air… emotionally charged and provoking an ahce in me that I didn’t know I had. I loved these lines especially
    “Reality
    murders me softly.
    Chained by apathy,” and

    “Loneliness was never part of the plan
    Heart wrenching pain
    Screaming
    Re-iterating
    Emptiness.”

    very powerful indeed! “Sometimes life in metaphor is easier than straight lines.” well said!

  8. Your words left me breathless, Shan. Every romantic relationship I’ve had has ended with so much pain, and you describe it beautifully. Painfully, but beautifully.

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