by Maria Terezia Ferencz
When her heart slips from her eyes
her soul screams thundersighs
Who will stop the flood?
fill up the hole you've cut
so precisely, cold cruel tool
you call your tongue
Are you dancing delight in this
spinning your partner, whose heart you twist
across a floor finished with pain
are emotions gracefull to you
when the eyes you look into
fill with her soul's rain?
I appeal to you leave her be
don't make her dance with cruelty
Author's Note: I hate how easily men can hurt my friends. Sometimes I wonder how it feels to truly love, then I get a tear filled phone call from a friend and remember that I am indeed lucky as the flip side is so terrible.
Posted on 07/16/2006
Copyright © 2022 Maria Terezia Ferencz
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Julie Adams on 07/16/06 at 02:14 PM|
I love this poem for its bounding compassion...the subtle internal rhythm is captivating...my favorite lines: "When her heart slips from her eyes/ her soul screams thundersighs"...the sentiment is more than understood in this poem, and its universality, under the guise of love, even more so...a pleasure to read you again, peace jewels
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/16/06 at 03:20 PM|
Excellent write! I, too, feel your compassion and concern for your friend.
|Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 07/19/06 at 04:54 AM|
I love your wording here...it flows and is a worthy subject.