final ending

[Delta40]

How subtle to come stealing
Through the night like a dusky shadow
He bade me to quench his desire
Midst the gentle withdrawal of his love

I look where I falter and lean
Upon doors leaking hushed voices
to spoon feed my churning core
How I wonder where might lie the key?

I seek to better hear the truth
locked behind secure distrust
Surely, you say, my plight is vain
It be a deceptive mirror anyway

My inner self reflected back
At the lonesome corner
'See thy candle burn?'
'Tis here my wick shall know!'

So let me be
Let me grieve
in torments dancing silhouette.

[firefangled]

Oh! I read this right after your last one. It buckled me. What an amazing final image.

[Delta40]

Thank you. Would you say this poem still retains a distinct Delta40 feel? I mean I was sedated when I wrote this and I am curious at wahhat difference it makes to the reader

[firefangled]

Thank you. Would you say this poem still retains a distinct Delta40 feel? I mean I was sedated when I wrote this and I am curious at wahhat difference it makes to the reader

Most definitely I would say your voice and style were present in this. I for one loved the tone of this.

I think some poems take us to a place similar to sedation, or some other state of perception, at least in the first draft, because of the subject matter.

I do have a question about the language you encountered there. A fragment of it came back with you: "wahhat" :)

[Pendragon]

My inner self reflected back
At the lonesome corner
'See thy candle burn?'
'Tis here my wick shall know!'

So let me be
Let me grieve
in torments dancing silhouette.

Good closure to an interesting poem

[jasperlover]

what a very touching poem what made you write this...if you dont mind me asking??

[PrinceMyshkin]

Thanks to Jasper for bringing this back - as strong and moving as ever! Is in Delta40's familiar voice, Delta asked: Well, yes - in one of her several equally intelligent and passionate voices.

[Delta40]

Thanks Jaspar. I wrote this as I moved out of the grieving process. I sought to cut ties with some persons in order to move on.