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To feel it all slipping away....for me, it can be very much like living as a ghost- watching everything happen from a grey world.
Touching Write- and what a fitting pic!!!
Heartbreaking!!!

I had this pic for some months but didn't have the emotional focus to articulate perfectly   but today was the day it seemed and after i wrote it, i knew they each would compliment so well heightening the underlying feelings.

The pic is heartbreakingly sad, you're right Soul.  It says so much of the suffering on our own and yet salvation can just be few steps away, although indifferent and oblivious to our pain..such as is life

I am empathetic to this piece. I know what it is to hunger and thirst for the love of one who at one time gave me all of the amorous nutrients that I needed only to grow cold and distant. However, I don't think that it's wrong to continue to reach for love. We must go to a sunnier place that will feed our souls and encourage our blossoming. Brava Vee!

I totally agree with your sentiments GW.
I think craving, wanting, needing love is primitive, inborn.
We fall in and out and stumble..then pick ourselves again.
Thank you for enjoying this :)

Vee, I must say, the structure is a wonderful mirror/parallel of this poem. The use of present progressive tense keeps the reader flowing with you and your ending stops us, makes us reflect. I thank you, and well done.

SW

SW you're back!!!!
Very glad you decided to reactivate your account. I will try to get over your page very soon.
You always enjoyed the concise format and to see your comment brightened my day.
Thank you!

I've read this poem over and over and to me it dose not get sad till (slippery slope of plains)
the first five stanza seem to be about two people lost in the love of one another. then the second half is about the loss of this love or loved one. that how it spoke to me.
I always enjoy reading your poems they make me stop and think awhile!

thanks for sharing

It has all those elements you mentioned DP..sometimes we wonder if we had one extra day would it have made a difference..the logical sense of course would say No, but the heart aches just one more day.
Thank you for your thoughts and taking the time to read, i appreciate it :)

hearts are there for the breaking, just out of reach of heaven,
like the thirsting rose...

Sometimes 'heaven' is an impossible reality.
Thank god for dreaming lol
Thanks John :)

Love n loss... Why does it always happen like that!?
Smh reminds me of how I feel daily. As usual your pen hand
strikes with unmistakeable power n depth...

They seem both sides of the same coin for sure. hand in hand, there's always that shadow hanging around that it can be gone at any moment.
Pikm..you always get my poems..and get me lol
Thank you :))

Truly heart-wrenching. Gorgeous lyricism. Masterful work, Vee.

Toni its wonderful to see your comment and very glad you appreciated this little poem.  Your ink is equally gorgeous every time, thank you for reading and commenting.

A wonderful pin indeed vee.
"nightway to gritty bottom
in the murky onyx of tears"
I enjoyed that quite a lot.

Thank you Anon, those lines were mulling in my mind for awhile and it fit perfectly with the image.  

"for heaven is too far to reach
without gilded thornless sheild. "
hits me right in the solar plexus of my spirit, you have amazing skills of conveyance...

Thank you so much Dean, I"m glad I was able to achieve that in just few lines.

Oh holy hell, this one hurts.  The essence shifting from and easy glide to starvation of the soul.  Awesome picture, it compliments the poem so well.  Salvation always just close enough to enhance suffering.   Much enjoyed this read.

I've seen images accompanying poems and most often either they're overpowering diminishing a poem's value or they purposely lead the reader to interpret the writer's intentions.  

That's one of the reasons as of late I decided in my comps to not allow photos so that all the entrants have a fair chance without added influence.

In this case, I think the photo and the poem compliment each other equally.
Thank you Michael for your thoughts and thoroughly enjoying this piece.

Perfection (heaven) may be too far to reach - but as we stretcher find our arms are the wings of love

Heaven is what we make it out to be.
I believe everything is timing, we can be in the right place and totally miss the offerings at the wrong time in our life.
Thanks Whale for stopping by with your thoughts, always profound the way you leave your imprint.