How often
I wrote your name
in invisible ink
on blind paper
to a deaf audience
in an empty theater
while imagining my skin
with your skin,
my mouth
with your mouth,
my body
with your body
within the walls
of our modest home.
Grassy yard,
happy dog,
sweet child,
wily garden
each blooming with life,
our patch of passion
and contentment,
secluded seduction,
calming condition
where we share
wine and wishes,
philosophies and prayers,
secrets and dreams,
where we sleep deeply
in each other’s company –
and here we are.
Close enough to
feel your breath
and all I can smell
are hot lies
and bitter delusions
pouring from
that precious mouth.
Far enough to
see your disembodied
hands tearing down
our fragile house
while your mouth
claims to mend it.
Piece by crumbling piece
the foundation breaks away
in arid clumps
within your tightening grip,
turning to dust
in unorganized winds
blowing into my
eyes and mouth.
Blinded,
suffocating,
stumbling,
reaching out
for your shadow,
you turn
away and
do what’s best
for us all.
Renee Novosel
All Rights Reserved
Copyright 2014
This is amazingly powerful.
Thank you … I’m humbled. 🙂
‘How often
I wrote your name
in invisible ink
on blind paper
to a deaf audience
in an empty theater’
These are beautiful lines. How many of us go through these struggles where our dreams and reality exist at loggerheads? You write very well, I look forward to exploring more of you blog in the coming days. Also thank you for the follow. Happy to have met you.
Thank you very much! I’m quite excited to be connecting with other writers, and I’m humbled by your compliment. 🙂
Better the dust of home than nothing to cling to at all. Thought provoking writing. Cool.
Quite true. Thank you!
Excellent poetry, treading the line between the Ideal and the Real.
Thank you very much!
I agree….amazing, powerful poetry,I enjoyed this very much.
Thank you so much! It was a hard write during a terrible time. Your feedback means a lot. 🙂
“our patch of passion/and contentment,/secluded seduction,/calming condition” — you can really handle sound. Especially in the odd real sound-flower like this.
You are quite flattering, sir. I thank you humbly for your time and compliments!