the derelict

A picture tells a thousand words

 up close a real human face obscures,

Hides the truth of what is on the tip of its tongue.

Disapproval met by vibes  in thrumb .

Pledged to one other

stand with an umbrella ready- for when in need of cover.

Sometimes dripping in regret is

the only way to salvage how we love and why we forget.

Bruised flesh,

tempers threaded with dynamite.

Will of one -stubborn as a carnal idol fight.

Pleasure seeking

sweet words passed along fingertips

pattern swirls over your lover’s body – a pulse – blood rush, skin on skin

not a touch that is fleeting.

Prolong the ecstasy. Uncode the quest in me.

Moths flutter to the nearst light of anxiety.

Love me – hate me – accept I am my gracioust deed.

Trust , how much I am in need.

Drive love away with a belligerent fiaxtion of desire.

arousal and connection fused to spark up   the dopamine wire.

Explosions of division. Sweet kisses, bites to the neck -won’t go unhidden.

Pain is pleasure -without one the other can’t exsist,

it’s forbidden.

One lover looks to the West

the other lover to the East.

dichtomy driven by a modern day beast.

Will we grow?

Will I become the mother who knows how to sew?

Sounds elementary, I know.

Cook from scratch.

Laugh at my attempts to create another botched up cookie batch?

sentiment is arousing.

stimulants keep the thought from dousing.

I never want to hurt you yet I hurt me and have no idea how to grasp a different intellect.

Too many have raided and pillaged me. Today I stand, remembered by one otherwise a forgotten derelict.

 

About Daisy Willows

'Words are my everything' - Jon Wayne . A writer of poetry, stories, stage scripts, fiction, border line poetry & freestyle works, Music reviews, Guest Features/interview & shout outs. She is also passionate about raising anti-stigma & awareness for Mental Health. A trained co-facilitator in Wellness Recovery Action plan by Mary Ellen Copeland Natasha goes by many moniker names-Daisy Willows, bahtuhkid, GOAT2Bdazee. She has had a colourful life. Travelled. Natasha co-owns a second-hand clothing & accessories business -La Bella Bijoux Ltd Natasha was born in South Africa & is a French national. She currently resides in the UK Natasha Bodley holds a postgraduate in the Humanities. A BA in Myth in the Greek and Roman worlds & Advanced creative writing. She also holds a Foundation degree in Acting performance. She is currently working on her first novel (semi-autobiographical creative non-fiction). She has published one short story on Amazon called 'Number one' Connect with Natasha Collaborate with Natasha & feel free to Communicate her too. Light, Peace & Love!

Posted on 2017-03-11, in EXPERIMENTAL WRITING and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 24 Comments.

  1. Absolutely lovely! 😍

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  2. Daisy, I don’t know if I’ve ever said this about your writing.

    This poem is pure Avant Garde and brilliantly well written. 🙂

    Love this line:

    “Sometimes dripping in regret is
    the only way to salvage how we love and why we forget.”

    Salvaging love is the best metaphor I’ve ever read here on WordPress. That is the honest truth. Daisy one of my favorite poems by you and the best of the best. 🙂

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  3. well done 🙂

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  4. And yet another amazing post! 🙂

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  5. Reblogged this on Art by Rob Goldstein and commented:
    from Daily in the Willows

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  6. This is great Natasha. The language flows.

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  7. “Love me – hate me – accept I am my gracioust deed.” Wow!
    XxX

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  8. I am won’t to refer to ‘the eloquence of the image’……Yes! The image to craft here speaks volumes…..Sending you BIG HUGS! ❤

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  9. it is sad
    they
    some most
    think i m rude
    so i let go of them
    and they i
    crying inside

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