Description: Well...there's always different ways to take something this vague. It could all be a huge metaphor, but really it's a lot more straightforward than it may seem. I wish I could say that I was clever enough to make it all metaphoric and stuff, but I'm not.
Dew-drops of lover's eyes,
Gracing beautiful unmoving lips,
Ignorant to the pain they abandoned.
Memories are left to the heart,
But they are frayed,
For so is the vessel upon which they rest.
A promise broken,
Dreams gone amok,
this poem is amazingly clean. the images are so sharp and developed. its reads as a true portrait of emotions. i love the way action supports the emotions so well. this is a very well written piece. i do agree with the other post that the first three and second three sentences read as stanzas and because of this the last lines seem a little unbalanced. great write though
Regardless of whether this is a metaphor or not, it does paint a very charming portrait, as symbol AND as reality.
however the first two stanzas seem to speak with a rythym all of their own, (stanza as in each 3 lines), because I see them and hear them as stanzas. The last one however which is also the conclusion seems a little off beat.
so all that I would say is that you should complete the sentence of "no remorse"...what is the "no remorse" over, what in particular are you referring to? Is this the last thought you want to convey? If so why? Is it because you have gotten over it?
the first three lines beautifully swept me in, something about grace and dew-drops in lovers eyes, sings vividly in my imagination