Tears hang heavy in the air,
Just out of reach.
Just out of the grasp of my thirsty fingertips.
Driven insane by the unquenchable desire
For their
Salty sweetness
I am drowning in oxygen
And memories.
They called her
Theotokos;
Mother of God.
Her eternal gaze
Was the life they sought
Desperately.
And by "them"
Of course I mean
You
And I.
I still smother quietly,
Silently,
Shying away from all that is
Alive.
My lungs fill up with Emptiness
And empty of Fullness.
Come sweet Theokotos Tears
And break this heart of stone.
You wove this all together so well...nicely done.
ReplyDeletesmiles....there is beauty in that breaking...really an intersting piece...i like the spiritual aspects woven in as well...
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! Loved the way you approached your poem. It's theme and content fascinating. Nice write. Worthy of a bravo.
ReplyDeleteI like the salty sweetness.. and contrasting images:
ReplyDeleteMy lungs fill up with Emptiness
And empty of Fullness.
Nice write ~
empty of fullness and ... thirsty fingertips ... love that
ReplyDeleteGreat images!
..drowning in oxygen
ReplyDeleteAnd memories... sounds intriguing...salty sweetness in that breaking..
Beautiful composition...
ReplyDeleteCaptivating and intriguing, thank you.
ReplyDeleteFantastic! Words are mighty powerful indeed...especially well penned one such as this. Weighty write, beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteOh wow, beautiful words! Great images indeed!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Salty sweetness
ReplyDeleteI am drowning in oxygen
is just gorgeous
"My lungs fill up with Emptiness
ReplyDeleteAnd empty of Fullness."
Oh, that is just...really, there are no words. You have already said it all.
Loved. This.
Great piece!
- Nick @ Whispers