Saturday, February 20, 2010

Past Memories

Obscure innocence
reflects the light in your smile
as blossoming tears drown
your conspired hypocrisy.
In your palm lay
blindfolded promises,
hidden by the bitter ambrosia
of your deception.
are stolen from lifeless winds
that cradle dark,
moldering flowers;
tainted with betrayal.
Naive eyes
unveil tangled weavings
of duplicity,
preserved by my demise.
Distressed hands
risk sanity through bravery,
grasping the fabric of time
to gather the past.
becomes reality in your eyes;
a perfect stranger.


Maria said...

Damn, girl! You knows how to use them wordses!

Sorry for the funny talkin but it's late at night.

Bela said...

Why, thank ya! It was pretty late when I wrote it, haha. For some reason the time just isn't working... :)

Gina said...

Maybe you should rename your site "riddles on screens" haha.

I really like the bit about "bitter ambrosia"... Ambrosia was the food of the gods and that's what made them immortal (according to some Greek myths; others dispute that) so I imagine it tasting bitter would be a good payback for deception...or perhaps you meant it differently?

Bela said...

Oh pish tosh, there's nothing wrong with a little metaphor :)

AND quite right you are! There's the oh-so-obvious contradiction in that line.

Maddie said...

i really love this poem. i feel like its a lot more relateable than some of your poems, because its so simple, yet not?!

i love the contradictions in this piece. i feel like it shows the contrast of promises kept, and those left empty.

and like maria said... incredible word choice!

Bela said...

YAY! Thanks so much! I'm glad I pleased my audience with this one...Maddie, you hit the nail right on the head with this "theme"! (Quotes because it's really just an idea stuck into the poem.) Great job!

And thanks for visiting :)