derecho

This is magic of a melancholy form.

"each brief memory, the eye of a hurricane
until the wailing zephyrs surround me
I tell the violent wind
blow me.  blow me away – "

These are almost like the words to a ballad.  Beautiful work.

John, my King of Noir. . .you paint such a melancholy picture of wartime blues, I almost want to weep. . .Excellent noir ink, as always. . .and as always, "unimitable". . .xo, your Doll, Devlin;)
 

Such sad emptiness and loneliness...
yes... painted such beautifully melancholic picture.

Beautiful Ink Indeed.
Great Work my friend.

Darker.

Such sadness and pain in your words, it fills my heart. I became lost in this piece, the story is so sorrowful that it pulls you into your world of words and it takes a while to reawaken at it's end. Gorgeous.This piece goes directly to my list to be read and read again.
J

How men are swayed by what they feel to be the exotic. Lovely.

"I fired an arrow at the moon
she who observes my melancholy solitude
without eyes.  & without a voice" - The Law of this landscape is indeed melancholy! The breeze that caressed you has left a tantalizing mark . - blue angel :)~

I have been corrupted by poetry

Indeed we are prisoners of a beauty we cannot control
and a desire we can do nothing but submit to.

You can make the saddest poem so beautiful.  I'm in love with your spanish in the title and in poem. You know I would be (giggle).

El cuelpo siempre tiene derecho ; )

JohnFeddeler incredible poetry here as always. so much emotion, simply beautiful in all its melancholy...

Broken people trying to heal each other.
such is life.  loneliness in the world..seems to be one place we can all relate.

the wind is ambi-sexual. It will blow everyone.

"her absinthian taste on my tongue"

I enjoyed this line. A mix of sweet and bitter.  

"I fired an arrow at the moon
she who observes my melancholy solitude"
~nothing does slip past Her guard.. beautiful capture..

"I have been corrupted by poetry"
~truths peal loudly in one line of jeweled shine..  

last lines here are gorgeous and assuredly resonate in many hearts..
ever sweetly sighing on your mind and pen, SirJ..
~d

the broken leading the destroyed by hand...
... you break my black heart with this one, mister feddeler
xoxox

Omy goodness, I know to have
saved this for my realm alone,
but reading it again ..really
birth'd a wave in my heart...
along with:

"her tainted beauty in my eyes
her absinthian taste on my tongue
yet in the joining of our flesh
I dare to feel the pristine caress of love
temporal romance: the sad orphan of my dreams
I have been corrupted by poetry "

Did my gasp elongate itself? how powerful
but gentle your touch, hmm. Have been
on my dear but this settled me into a
certain centered understanding that was
much needed, I suppose. Such beauty
in this gloom of yours..

-Howlings

Wow.......words are much to bland for the emotion of this one.Thankyou for an amazing read

You paint a melancholic portrait here that tugs at the heart strings. Interesting mental imagery. The smoke, painted flesh, undulations of flesh. Visceral imagery. Interesting verbiage too. Enjoyed it.