still

don't read too much into it

I am still waiting

for another shoe

to fall

 

Because loving you

was always too

easy

 

And the sun still lingers

where you

smile

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

with the others, it's all play, like the mock violence in a matt dillon movie, as opposed to a documentary where real bodies are lying in the street...the difference being that one is real, and the other is not...so when it comes to real things, where real hearts are tested in the embrace of words, and flames that with the slightest breeze could burn homes to the ground, then indulging in the heat of flames is not play, and what could pass for the moment's fullness would turn to stark starvation, and nothing that is born in the tears of others could ever take flight and stay aloft; and further, though you may serve, it be by your leave, and not because you are born to it, my lady

[paul]

i'm still waiting too..

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I love the first line, slightly baffling, as long it misses your head!

[Sel Whiteley]

I know those feelings. How you can worship a man. You write such brilliant, elegant, stunning and subtly underwritten love poetry. I especially liked the first stanza, the image is so fresh and original.

[Corinna Bridgebury]

This is exactly true, exactly right. I know - or at least think I know, who am I to really say - exactly how you feel.

I must also admit to the fact that since you reviewed my poem I've been looking through yours, and I am captivated by each and every one of them that I've read. Thank you so much.

[tshigg]

Beautiful discription of the fear and feelings in good a relationship when you have had a history of bad ones : )

[Jeff Loquist]

how come when I try to read less into it my heart aches a little?

[Radad Ibn Nasir]

Still. Frozen. In a way catatonic emotionally. This little piece is stuck in time with the rest of the pieces of paradise feelings. Great write!

[Wondering Mind]

yet one cannot help but read more into this than less.

[cest la vie]

I knew when I clicked on this poem it would be wonderful..

the entire poem is warm, but your closing lines wrap it up in a golden thread..

just lovely Emily...

[Brooke Wake]

A little like William Carols Williams...a slice of significance tucked to a pocket of poetic brevity. Well done.