The Thing That Remains
the thing that remains
beside your ring
the perfect pitch walks across skin
pursues kept emotion
crouching, advancing, staying alive
climbing the high dive
barred from the top pier
hammered wings flutter
a tiger pacing the floor
higher ground is one room over
still a step down is the lure
regrets keep the watch on forever
every shut of the door a betrayal
beyond sight leads to denial
hoping away and all the while
missing the idea
mile upon mile
hand on the dial
switching the channel
the nick of time to enamored
another color ready to dazzle
bliss knows no secret
still the smallest impair
tight against the inner ear
that is your fear
thread and woven to follow
the forged end of a needle
keeping a clock down to the chime
trapped in the sound of a whisper
beneath the threshold of a promise
quickly measured for sacrifice
sorrow swings a rope despite
the subtle slip of a knife
a seamless wreckage haste
night becomes today
and the thing that remains
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Copyright © Sheer Terror | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment