within

not sure where this came from

 

He forgot the strength held in the soft bosom of superstition,

and Saturdays that became cloudy without promise of

awakening to scrambled eggs

 

and kisses...

 

He became movement in the trees, his entire body

trembling as if she walked over his grave

 

again and again...

 

She was different, and everyone knew magic

was her air...

 

waiting with swollen lips and traces of love

that could have been...

 

Never grounded, thoughts always somewhere

between Now and Never...

 

and Forever...

 

It was always him,

 

her one and only love letter not yet opened...

 

a glistening silver heritage making love to

a silhouette of tears...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Dani California]

"He became movement in the trees, his entire body
trembling as if she walked over his grave
again and again... "

Something about those lines just reached in and gently
ripped my heart out.

Once again, you've made a soft beautiful melody out of sadness,
taking your reader on a blissful tour of heartache. I don't know how
you do it A. I have yet to read another poet who can do that... your
reader still feels the effects of the sad and longing emotions that are
set forth in your work, yet you craft the words in such a way that
we willingly, and knowingly, walk the plank into heartbreak.

That is one of your artistry gifts I think... your poems mesmerize
your reader... somewhat blissfully carry them through it.. regardless
of content.. and then ever so gently... and lovingly... sink them.
(I hope it's understood that I mean that in a good way) :)

This is just beautiful my friend.. as always.

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and sad poem. Each powerful lines added up to poem kind and gentle to read. So many excellent statements in the poem. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

this is ao moving .. you can write so well ...i agree with SM Davis, tho i have not read much of your work, i apologize... this is one of the best.. those last lines just make me feel so sad .. beautiful work.
chloe
xoxo

[SM Davis]

This is one of your best I think. It's funny how some of the best come from out of no where.

[Pax Analog]

Wow, enigmatically romantic as a soft white rain in a memorial park!

After broodingly fitful lines, haunting one with lost promise, "waiting with swollen lips and traces of love/
that could have been...", one proceeds to "her one and only love letter not yet opened. . ."

Then this denouement of exquisite gorgeous lines:

"a glistening silver heritage making love to/a silhouette of tears..."

Subtle, profound, beautiful.

[Windy]

Wow, what an amazing poem. Your flow and descriptivness makes the words reach off the page and into our minds. The picture is beautiful and perfect for this piece. I think sometimes our best writing comes from out of the blue. Another great write, thank you for sharing.

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Imagination pervades the morning hours, shifting the Corazon in love. Excellent choice, loved it
Thank you kindly.
Raphael

[pal]

such a lovely way to express love... great piece of poem

pal

[kruser23]

it really is a sad and beautiful world.

[Victoria Lee~]

This is about the best poetry that I have read in a very long time... I love this.. You are an amazing writer.... And I am truly impressed!