”Sorrow” by: rob kistner © 2011
The band of our promise is losing its gild. It mottles now in gunmetal grays, and unsettled shadows. Our love, once a breeze, turns now into storm clouds, churning in huddled menace. The unfettered whirlwind of torrid love, that sizzled like autumn zephyrs in quaking aspen, now explodes like an angry front, thrashing our trust with bitter winds. We’ve fallen to the darkness of resentment.
My heart shudders in shadow, mourning my scorching words of spite. They sizzle still, blistering my careless tongue – words that never should have been spoken. Would that it rain, drowning the lands, that I might turn my face to the sky, flood my foolish mouth, charred by regret, with drenching waters of contrition. Rain that might revive the oak that was our true love. But what are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?
rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse
Wow, Rob. Wow, wow, wow.
This is what I would call “crafted”.
Sincerely,
David
Thank you David. I always appreciate your kind words… 🙂
You can really feel the devastation of regret in this one! Your descriptive imagery flows so well into that last line. Brilliant writing!
Thank you so much Tricia! 🙂
A great story Rob. I love the powerful images and metaphors you share here. Cold Frosty relationships need a warm spring to bring new life! Some never make it! Well done!
Thank you Dwight! 🙂
A fascinating image followed by a deep and plaintive prose.
Thank you Helen…! The image is one I created years ago.
Stunning description of love and the ease in which it can change. It’s all in our hands, yet requires so much molding and maintenance!
Love the way Eliot’s line slipped perfectly into this.
Thank you Mish! i was so pleased to have found the inspiration from the Eliot line… 🙂
This is beautifully written! I had to read that first sentence a few times. I mean that in a good way. 🙂 I also love the phrase “scorching words of spite.”
Thank you Jenna… 🙂
So much passionate regret here, Rob! Well done!
Thank you Merril…! 🙂