I won't speak the words you whispered across my bare shoulder
the simple phrase that slipped from your tongue and
crawled slickly down my skin
carried on warm breath and stirring
the thick dust that lay on parts I'd forgotten how to use
those words... they oiled the rusting gears in my chest
and began to turn them with plaintive groans
generating the warmth of summer days and distant awe of starry nights
the romance of a full moon and the thrill of a golden field rich with noises
knowing well that they could be taken away
… those words
I spoke them back, feeling the raw honesty scraping across my soul
envisioning as you told me your wants
I saw my children with your eyes
two boys with your ornery lopsided grin
and dark childish lashes chasing fairy tale words across a page
I saw the picture you spoke into being
the single knee meeting the ground
your right hand grasping my left
a vision that lacked appeal until
it was painted blue with your eyes
yet words are only words
and they rang sour in the tones of truth
so ends the voice with an empty bed
a lost future
and the regaining of an independent soul
"they oiled the rusting gears in my chest
and began to turn them with plaintive groans"
what? that was so sick! i mean that in a good way, i love this line. although i don't love the fact you didn't rhyme in this, (that just shows how close minded i am, of course nothing against you). you have an ability inffluence a persons emotions, by describing the feeling induced by three simple words very well. when you wrote this it was obviously made with a purpose, and whom ever it is for, make sure you give it them... and if you they make you truly feel this way, never let them go.
I particularly liked the phrase "I saw my children with your eyes," and the following sentence (that I'm too lazy to repeat here). Beautiful thoughts on paper, I'm inclined to say. Just lovely.
Thank you for sharing this - it's perfect the way it is.
I see myself in this as I am sure you do. All he visions we see in love are in reality just visons or dreams. Not bad to chase, but in reality still dreams, and in the day's end we sleep and rise alone. I love your poem. Keepp up the good work. And comment on some of mine some time.
You write eloquently, lovely lady! I liked the ending the best, although I thought the entire verse was good;
"yet words are only words
and they rang sour in the tones of truth
so ends the voice with an empty bed
a lost future
and the regaining of an independent soul"
Sigh! At what price freedom!
I can envision you slipping easily into your future in the world dominated by English and writing!
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