Saturation: Melting Point
by Therese Elaine
More and more
I wake up
to find myself
until I've damn near dissolved;
there's only the silence to soak me up
Seeped into delicate
cracked composure fissures,
collected at the bottom of
...and I become
an expanse of ocean,
once contained inside
a heart that was too small
to keep me
it's easy to bleed out this way
Posted on 10/05/2010
Copyright © 2020 Therese Elaine
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by V. Blake on 10/06/10 at 12:03 AM|
I gave you my feedback on this personally already, so I'll just vote you up. See you in the top ten. :)
|Posted by Anita Mac on 10/06/10 at 03:17 AM|
That stanza and then the last line at the end are just so... perfect. Everything about this piece pulls in and together for me. I love it...
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 10/06/10 at 12:39 PM|
That second to last stanza is a gem, so complete it could stand alone. Wonderful poem, Therese!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/06/10 at 05:46 PM|
Quite brilliant how you make me feel everything become completely liquid in this. I especially like this phrase - "eloquently disguised
empty spaces..." while the end line gives such vivid finality.
|Posted by Paul Lastovica on 10/06/10 at 09:21 PM|
silence is ever ready to take one in as it's own. As for the empty spaces, watch your, step darling ;)
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/15/10 at 11:09 PM|
Every stanza has something to look into - trying to peer through the deep goblet of fine wine you are - but never seeing the bottom. This is a real gem, Therese. Thanks.
|Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 05/26/11 at 06:23 AM|
wow, i read this a long while ago, and didn't know what to say then, like i don't know what to say now, this is fantastic and so much more.
|Posted by Laura Doom on 10/02/11 at 01:41 PM|
Ah, soak me up and bleed me out...
this must be my second home
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/04/12 at 03:52 AM|
Good to see this as POTD!