Sister

Lorenz

My sister whom I never saw again .

In the winter hours you left .

What has become of your life ?

Did spring wait for you ?

 You are that part of me 

that has offered itself to the unknown...

Script of a frantic manuscript ,

  That of forbidden desire ...

specular wound that never healed...

I found inspiration in the skin of ghosts

where I rewrite the story of your shapes...

I no longer remember the sparkle in your eyes.

 Did they have a blue burn  ?

  Or the black of a night bird's flight ?

  draft letter in tears of exile ,

that I never received ...

 One morning , a train ,took you  away

to to a city I never knew ...

 In the suburbs of a distant south ,

or so it seems, the sun often shines forever

but never soothes the torn duality ...

 Perhaps I have learned to cry ?

Or is it just the rain that wets 

the metal dunes of my soul ?

An elegant condottiere 

with a  hard father's heart 

took your destiny into his hand 

as others take to the sea ...

Stones also know how to love !

They remain there ,pensive,

amid the laughter of the crowd...

 My sister, convulsive lunar object 

of my reverie...

 Double funeral of my solitary walk .

I ,who have become this disillusioned nobleman...

  Sometimes ,a random Picasso ,

redraws your image ,

on the last page of a children's fairy tale...

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Comments3

  • Ellen Marsell

    A psychological portrait of loss. An inner dialogue with the half of the soul that has gone and made space for creativity. A deeply moving poem.

    • Lorenz

      Such a life which takes paths that diverge...

    • sorenbarrett

      This poem feels sad and mournful with a sense of darkness and shadows of the past. Nicely done

      • Lorenz

        A sadness filled with tenderness .

      • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

        BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!

        • Lorenz

          Poetic dimension where emotion transcends ambiguity .Fusional impulse where the object of desire and the image of oneself
          overlap through the specular wound .



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