Clementine
Thursday, October 8, 2009
There is no history between you and me
But a scribbled breath
A folded note
Tucked away between the cracks of my floorboards
sweet silver treasure.
I keep a strand of your hair in my locket
And the memory of your lit eyes brewing like grains of sand on my palms.
Clementine, I can hear your steady breaths when I walk between shadows.
I sleep in graveyards comforted by a decaying epitaph
that cradles what could have been,
what will never be.
But a scribbled breath
A folded note
Tucked away between the cracks of my floorboards
sweet silver treasure.
I keep a strand of your hair in my locket
And the memory of your lit eyes brewing like grains of sand on my palms.
Clementine, I can hear your steady breaths when I walk between shadows.
I sleep in graveyards comforted by a decaying epitaph
that cradles what could have been,
what will never be.
© Crystal Ball
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12 comments:
wow... thought provoking. i love the symbolism of the necklace/braid combination.
thanks lady...
this is so so beautiful xx
Gorgeous images!
Did you write that poem? It's completely amazing.
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Lovely
It's great to see another glimpse of who you are through your poems and images, dear. Your words are as beautiful as you are:)
that was simply lovely. :)
also, i've tagged you!
http://rattymoleskines.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-so-down-with-honesty.html
This is beautiful Crystal! I love your usage of photography to compliment your poetry.
I love the sensory details of this verse "the memory of your lit eyes brewing like grains of sand on my palms."
And that necklace is so beautiful. Crystal Ball.
Absolutely gorgeous....as always!
crystal, you're another dreamy one. beautiful soul... :)
beautiful amazing so special :) loved it!
You're pictures are so pretty. ♥ them.
Carmen.xx.
Oooh Wreck This Journal = awesomme! I have it tooo ;)
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