I used to write a lot of poems but lately I cant seem to get my poetry head back on. Anyway, here is a poem from 2003. It was the first one I had published and it was in an anthology called The Language of Love published by Anchor Books.
The End of Love
She watched the end of love
Abrupt as a storm in summer
Loneliness of silence poisoned the air
Like fog in the chill of winter
Memory taunted her tormented heart
Waiting words he'd never known
Kept concealed like snow in clouds
Now she pined with her thoughts alone
Allowing shadows to creep
Where once was colour and light
Leaving herself the wishful green
Of a cold and envious sight
Truth entered and built itself
A self-piteous altar of pain
Where dreams as wishes that will not be
Paint his face in her life once again
Lives entwining suffocating themselves
Fading with every heartbeat
Burning inside like molten rivers
Freezing in the ice of grief
copyright 2003, 2016 carol ann lewis
