Apollo's Footprints

[timelinezero]

The sun leans it's golden wings, against my bedroom ablaze in heat
and on your naked neck, splayed outstretched, I feel for your faintest beat
and the snow blows, so crooked, so sloped, it makes globes of the imperfections in my window...

a bird on a wire, perched frigid in the wind
your eyes were beaming through the window, staring like a widow
in a world built on fire, so easily swept away by water
we never thought we were liars
red feathers, fill your nethers
this weather's roaring, it's simply pouring
towers of bookmark flowers, have been building up for hours
and the rooftops leer, like windmills
and finally my veins are clear
your lips pursed, the dam's burst
torrential waves of yesterdays
spread and disperse for miles, and miles, and miles
as you frankly feign, your icy smile
and jerk your jaw
lampshades shake, and my paintings flake
as you flutter and faint, convulsing on the marble tile
if you knew, how far would you have flew?
my muse,
Apollo's footprints, all the dusty movements, all the unclaimed spaces, on the face of the moon
come to light everynight, to remind me of you.

[Dark Muse]

Wow, I really liked this, loved your use of rhyme. There was some great imagery within and wome wonderfull lines, quite sensual and yet also rather serene. There is such a depth within this poem.

[Bar22do]

The sun leans it's golden wings, against my bedroom ablaze in heat
and on your naked neck, splayed outstretched, I feel for your faintest beat
and the snow blows, so crooked, so sloped, it makes globes of the imperfections in my window...

a bird on a wire, perched frigid in the wind
your eyes were beaming through the window, staring like a widow
in a world built on fire, so easily swept away by water
we never thought we were liars
red feathers, fill your nethers
this weather's roaring, it's simply pouring
towers of bookmark flowers, have been building up for hours
and the rooftops leer, like windmills
and finally my veins are clear
your lips pursed, the dam's burst
torrential waves of yesterdays
spread and disperse for miles, and miles, and miles
as you frankly feign, your icy smile
and jerk your jaw
lampshades shake, and my paintings flake
as you flutter and faint, convulsing on the marble tile
if you knew, how far would you have flew?
my muse,
Apollo's footprints, all the dusty movements, all the unclaimed spaces, on the face of the moon
come to light everynight, to remind me of you.

my preferred lines here:

"and finally my veins are clear
your lips pursed, the dam's burst
torrential waves of yesterdays
spread and disperse for miles, and miles, and miles"

and again, the freedom you give your pen!

[Buh4Bee]

romantic, mysterious, lyrical, and very very sad.

[Pendragon]

a bird on a wire, perched frigid in the wind
your eyes were beaming through the window, staring like a widow
in a world built on fire, so easily swept away by water



You gotta love these lines about the tiny freezing bird!

[Father]

Love the contrasts that compliment!

[paperleaves]

your voice sounds so familiar, this haunting, spectacular piece is so...breathless, so mysterious, so...you. jersea's comment did it justice, for your style is just that: "romantic, mysterious, lyrical" and devastating, to say the least.


love,
Kate

[Lokasenna]

The poem takes you wildly, pulling you along helplessly. I didn't understand it, but that's usually a good thing! Keep it up!

[MorpheusSandman]

Jersea certainly nailed the right adjectives; I'll add another and compliment on how vivid this piece is. Every image immediately leapt into my head as if I was reading a great novel and yet your verse is pure poetry. My only suggestion might be to tidy and tighten it up a little bit. The length of the beginning and end lines somewhat clash with the economy of the mid-section.