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Emeralds

by Anastasia Shows

I awake with breath
caught in throat.
heart racing as
sweat runs down spine
and
my eyes lock with yours
emeralds in the darkness.

Piercing clarity,
perfect cut,
the closer you get,
the harder it is to
catch my breath.

I imagine,
you and I
R
U
N
N
I
N
G
through
the night to peer
into the window
of every soul that
has ever acknowledged
HIM.

irrationality has caught me,
and I hang by
a noose,
By the North, set me free,
OR
cut me loose.

04/10/2010

Posted on 04/10/2010
Copyright © 2025 Anastasia Shows

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Sarah Wolf on 04/11/10 at 01:23 AM

This piece seems so refreshing and natural to me. beautiful writing...

Posted by Brian Roberts on 04/12/10 at 03:34 PM

Quite impressed with the depth of this poem through clever personification of a universal attribute. The description of the dubious "gem" was among my favorite stanzas.

Posted by Ava Blu on 04/14/10 at 12:48 AM

This feels a bit like something I've written as a teenager, around age sixteen. The very first line seems a bit off to me, like using the word “my” twice is a bit much in such a small sentence. I’m not crazy about having “as” on a line alone....it just doesn’t seem like the right time for a pause and the word doesn’t pack any power in the context here. The entire poem is rather cliche. but this first stanza is full of it. The whole “emerald eyes” thing is a bit childish. The second and third stanzas continue being cliche. The capitalization of “him” is stereotypical and adds nothing to the poem. Your last stanza, even with its obvious rhyming, is my favorite part even though it continues the childish theme that is found throughout the poem. Just my tiny two cents with no intention to be rude, just brutally honest.

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