Scorch


”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?

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 

14 thoughts on “Scorch”

  1. 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.

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