Darker Hearts

Death chooses grey roses,
Because living lips are lily pink;
In each clever hand, his dagger arcs
The blood falling like broken links.

A tethered breast, a cottoned night;
The devil dreams of good nymphs sleeping.
The outside draws the inside nigh;
Dark beasts, the brass keys quiet are keeping.

In the flowers center, soft fingers enter,
Summer breathing the cloud-juice dry,
And jaded hearts will keep on beating
Though bloody cracks expand the sky.

Published February 14, 2011 Write a comment
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Shriram Sivaramakrishnan
Darker indeed..but lovely...
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Chaos1214
An eerily enjoyable excursion through an aesthetically darkness : 0
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MatthieuOisee
This is an amazing piece, tfs
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yelena
the last two lines of this verse is one of the darkest things i've read. i like how the imagery unfolds before my eyes while reading, first grey roses, dagger arcs, then nymphs and a seducer on the background, and elevation through flowers to pulsing sky. even in your most somber writes i find a certain ecstasy that imprints on my heart per sempre.
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york2frisco
mesmerizing ... somehow, the cadence of a mystic chant.
 
Sally Plumb
Very exciting piece of writing.
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vinita18
Wow! Excellent use of words and amazing imagery! Very skilfull write!
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MadameGinga
This certainly is a dark heart, albeit one described with imagery per excellence.
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Patrick McFarland
Wow! Dark and deep Patti! Excellent!
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Pendemic
You definitely have not lost a step! Patti you are amazing!
 
Sally Plumb
+ +Very interesting piece.
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