A Love Story Through Poetry | Unique Love Story

by Heidy Cluskin

The Meeting and the Attraction

Roller Coaster

Still. Moon. Silence.
So expected.
Breathing the
comfort in routine.

And then a ride…

The threnody of each high
Plunging me deeper to
that which I don’t know.
My heart burns with
the fastest fall,
keeping the night warm
and the day cold.

I held on tight as
reality is twisted.
People. Time. Space. All a blur
I feel the knots
form inside me.
Tying me down
beyond my screams.

And then a halt…

So sudden at an empty stop.

Same stillness.
Same moon. Same silence.
An unexpected sadness

 

The Falling In Love

The Other Side

15 May 2007 DDB Philippines Office


Sunrise in you
Sunset in mine
these lingering moments
Those thoughts after
Silence and distance
I feel you in me

 

The Relationship

unobstructed view

10:44PM 18June07


Gaze up into an unobstructed sky
of clouds racing towards the
spaces of horizon’s end.
The sun reaching out to the
hidden face of dancing world
and crawling moons.

The slumber of sleepless stars
silent and far between
awakens the long gone darkness
and nothingness.

The meteor in the sky falls
to bring the burn every pain and every tear.

Jump out and jump in,
the land is not moving.
Spin fast and stand still.

This universe is cloaked
in all the in betweens.

The Problem

Masterpiece


030297 8:33pm

Stroke after stroke
the master plated the
portrait of her longing.
Perfection captured
in a lifeless frame

familiarity

consuming every color
fire…
desire
every side
every curve
careless feast…

satisfaction

Then the master comes nearer
at the model
she has long kept
suddenly seeing
an
unfamiliar speck
on the face,
she thought, she has long ago mastered…

 

The BreakUp

Between the Lines

familiarity
flame
futility

you
feel
each fall
of my breath
each rise

i
fill your empty space
keep every secret
frame every
reflection

flowers
distance
forgiveness
kisses

we
were perfect

perhaps
that is why
we
drifted

12:40 AM
Saturday

The Separation

end


tears, seen and unseen
flow from
the mildest of hurting.
pain springs from the
edges of broken kernel
and the bloodless
heart erupts in yearning
the yesterdays and the todays
and the tomorrows
lost with dreams and fantasies
and realities

the sadness of
uncertainty and still
unfelt miseries create an
eternal fire,
burning every hope,
every souvenir.

yet, memories do not
spare visit at every
empty shelf of musing,
nor does it forget
every moment of
prevailing.

so, i shall weep for you
sadly,
but
without pain.

Posted on 2013-02-26 22:37:58 by HeidyCluskin  

SocialTwist Tell-a-Friend  

Comments