- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Until I Stop
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Sometimes the tears may stop. Surely you knew
They would for a brief while? I lean to kiss
That portrait and stay calm for once. The clue
(To despair) lies in red-rimmed eyes, dismissed
When glimpsing in the mirror - I don't dream,
Or hope I'll ever drown the taste of death
And desolation. Tears? Those waters stream.
I drag my hand across. There's no relief
From chill and damp sorrow. I am beguiled
By death each day. And, yes, I have rehearsed,
But expurgate dire thoughts not reconciled
With endless, dread ideas; I sigh and purse
My lips, then bite them bloody, as I rock
And cry and rock and cry, until I stop.
- COMMENTS
greenmountaineerover 6 years agoSad soliloquy, S.O., regarding loss. At first blush, I wasn’t sure whose portrait you kissed, but the thought of suicide was an effective inference to conclude it was a lover.
Your use of structured language in the sonnet format always impresses me. You nearly always provide food for thought, which is what a good poem does, even a lament.
That rocking (oneself to sleep?) seems to be the only available solution at the time gives added weight to just how devastating the loss was, a very effective and dramatic ending.
My only quibble is with the first line. “May” felt redundant because “Sometimes” already suggests the subjunctive. I might have used the ironic “Of course, the tears will stop!” because the next sentence begins emphatically with “Surely” and ends quite the opposite with a question mark.
I so very much like your work and am glad you continue to post.
