moonless
i look at you today
and i see something different
your face
turns somehow sepia
lacked luminosity
leaves only beauty on matte
sculpted on a piece of sorrow
maybe nights have been moonless
and you’ve been waiting indefinitely
in the dark
catching pieces of broken self
gluing them back so the wound
won’t be gaping too wide
to hang on til the day comes
(just in case)
you’ve been clogging the pores of your skin
trying to stop your light from leaking more
leaving you with less and less
and i hear you sing a happy song
in a trembling voice
you’re missing him
and i’m missing you
You write like a painter mixing images with words to go beyond the physical world and see happiness in the picture displayed.
In the end try to miss the one this person misses.
Complex but then that is a poets freedom.
Hmm… I was wondering, whose face you were talking about…
@naturemithya: thank you for feeling the poem.
@munyukmentel: it could be yours
some beauty in one poem…
I wished I knew how to draw and paint or sculpt..
To bring your words to visuality!
Very visual!
two sides of the same coin