we share an affinity, A, for the richly expressive melancholia that hides in shadows of the moon and the fog of muted streetlamps. reading you feels like home and i never tire of your mind's eye and heart's truth. the second stanza is brilliant ... i've never figured out how to describe the etchings on one's palms and their far-reaching significance. you inspire me, my friend. love, j
"her face breaking slowly/ dissolving in the little puddle/ i made in the home of my hands..."
wonderful lines...and so much reminds me of one of my favorite beat poets, robert creeley...
a very hauntingly beautiful love poem.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you for your kind words Jacob. I really appreciate it.
beautiful, extremely, and so sad really, reminds me of my own haunting...I wish heartaches had timers, ya know? so when the bell rings it's ok, all done with the pain now, I can move along, unfortunately it doesn't work that way does it :) But it does make for some incredible lines as only experience really can, Loved the lines :
Waves from the sea
with so much haunting
like shadows
follow me to every word
her face breaking slowly
dissolving
in the little puddle
i made
in the home of my hands
in its disordered city of lines
and only at last found
in the outskirts
of forgetting
in the windows of poems
clinging as the rain
always for the last time.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you for such a beautiful review. And I did notice that you loved the lines and copied the enti.. read moreThank you for such a beautiful review. And I did notice that you loved the lines and copied the entire poem. :) That's very very kind and sweet of you.
The poem gives much imagery in the lines...each stanza carries the next as you go about explaining to us the scene...the ebb and flow...of this write...