a poem for valentines day

[dazedpunk1607306446]

A CRACK

another valentines day finds me here,

in my room, staring upwards

tht crack in the ceiling was there last year

too, but wasn't it smaller twelve months ago?

 

i look through the crack, and beyond

to memories of one boy standing on a stage

he looks at a girl, his mind filled with fire from a chilling heart.

accross the stage is the girl. what does she see?

does she see pain, powerlessness, betrayel, a feeling of being used?

does she see her own deamon children? no. only herself

 

i look farther, to one boy, even less years grace his face

he stands in the chilly night air, looking up

at the moon, the last cresent slowly waining away

his grip loosens on the stem of a single white rose,

petals paler then the last whispers of the moon

float into the earth, now tarnished by their first taste of dirt.

he smells the last whisp of car smoke.

the van goes away, appearently swallowed up by night.

he turns, all alone under hte muted greed street signs

and walks homw with a small black dog at his side

 

the crack may be bigger, but the roof will still

hold out the droplets of a Febuary storm

and it has the walls to keep it up, and those

are strong and determined, holding up the roof

and i sleep soundly knowing ill stay dry

maybe next year the crack will be patched

[mermayd]

another piece of art! Wonderful! I like this because it is vivid. Easy to illustrate in the mind. I have always been accustomed to visual poems. I especially like this line:

 

his grip loosens on the stem of a single white rose,

petals paler then the last whispers of the moon

 

Ooh! Good stuff!

 

Maybe the patch will be healed, but it is important to remember those walls holding it up.

[eterna2]

I really like this one. So sad with a touch of hope. but sometimes, i feel that hope will only bring more pain and disappointment.