From my poetry collection FLOWERS DO SPEAK


A rainbow stares at me born from my coffee glass.
I smoke my cigarette with a black and white attitude.
I dress my self like painting a melancholic canvas.
I am under self and world destructive mood.

The night hides my injured feelings
and the tears that run like warm sea from my eyes.
I am counting wounds that need healings,
as i walk out the door,another guilty day dies.

Saturday night like a big,awkward theater stage,
with actors forgetting their small role.
Another night,another empty page,
another dive to my hearts black hole.

As i return to my home,i feel alone.
My self on mute,my favorite suit.
My dreams left me,they are now gone.
And me, here in the death of the night,
eating passion fruit.

Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-11-15 at 08:40

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dott Print text Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Many lines in this create vivid imagery that my mind likes a lot! A Saturday night in solitude, in reflection... your words made me feel there's a sadness, but a quiet one, to the moment. There's also a sense of resignation at the same time, like there's a knowledge that it is what it is. For some reason I can't explain too well, I found ending it with the passion fruit being eaten in this moment as an effective detail that conjures the reflective mood very well. As always, what you write creates strong emotions and portrayals that I, as your reader (and all other readers, no doubt), can relate to. Very nice, thanks.

Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Some wounds never heal just tears
As you fall into a destructive mood
Another guilty day not yours just theirs.
The more I read the more I understand
I like to read your writing
Was this your cunning plan

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Very compelling and great images and lines.

Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Its healing to return to oneself and to get to eat a passion fruit. Its double whammy. A beautiful poem. Your words held me long before they started speaking.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A very interesting poem. It has left me wondering if the last line actually is a double entendre?