Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
When I Again Fall There is nothing, Nothing that can contain this Floundering pain-- First a tear, Then a fist...and a tear or a scream (sometimes all three) Again. Climbing nimbly, Digging fiercely, These emotions claw their way Into my day, into my night, Until I am nothing but a echo Of what I truly am. A pile of flesh, A lump of clay, A bloody solitary rib-- From the dewy earth I've risen, From the inky black clouds I will fall (as I have fallen before). Kisses are like sunken treasure When we are buried in the sand We cannot move forward, We will not look back, So we purse our lips in anger And flick our tongues with deceit. I have loved you as I love Cherry blossoms in the spring, As I love my toes pressing into the beach And chocolate covered cordial cherries-- Nay! I think I have loved you even more! But now, we are broken... Shattered and ink-stained, Harsh words digitally altered On a white, glaring screen... Fragile whispers drawn with a quill On parchment--these things are indeed real, As our love is real, and will remain real. Truth and Destiny are slivered And wrapped about each other As our thoughts intermingle, Twist around one another Fall with me! Rise with me! These tears aren't for you at all These tears are all I have left, So let me bathe in them freely, Let them soak into the sand, Rinse the dew from the grass, And cling to my skin when I again Fall--I have returned your rib. Let it rest firmly within your soul. Dena L Moore October 12, 2002 When I Again Fall is not currently included in any collection, but look for its release in the future. |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 5, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
