Crimson

[mir]

I just found this in a back file of my poetry, and thought people might like it. :)

Crimson

I look out my window,
Expecting you
And see a shadow
Where should be is not

Where you left a footprint,
Expecting me
To take hint from your absence:
I look but don’t see

Then memories inundate
I drown in the tide
“Our song”; humid nights;
Me losing you

You left a rose petal
Crushed in the dirt . . .
Once I picked the flower;
You peered up my skirt

Perhaps that was all
All body, no mind
We saw in each other
A passed cirrus lust

But I feel the knife slice
And heartbeat unsettles;
Leave me, then, wanting:
I’ve you in rose petals.

[dyingflame]

so reminiscent/ poignant/ melancholic ..full of half-doubts of things past (or not perhaps) i like it... "you peered up my skirt" cuts in so suddenly but so effectively, preparing for "cirrus lust" (wow, cirrus lust, what a great image- i like it- isn't that a cloud type? :) anyway it managed to make me remember some of my own past experiences..and i like how the last stanza rounds up everything nicely though leaving the reader in some doubt (was it love? was it just a passing relationship?) it achieves what it seems to set out to do; there is a sense of hope in the loss isn't there?

[white camellia]

i like it too, mir, sweet and bitter, lovely and mature. a love story, or a riddle.

[dramasnot6]

absolutely lovely mir. your imagery is always such a delight to read, this poem was wonderfully moving and emotive. I loved the last 3 stanzas especially.

"I’ve you in rose petals." is really lovely ending

[mir]

Thanks, guys! :D