Shreds of Revelation

Blank…

is this page, this canvas,

words pirouetting like ballerinas

inside of my mind, but fading,

fading, fading

before they reach my pen,

 

words with little minds of their own,

daring to test the air in the real world,

losing themselves as I stare

 

at rows of books before me, and one,

with a narrow spine and a soft cover,

one with your name on the front

and your soul inside, surges

into focus until you are all I can see again,

 

the last Keats, the last Byron,

the last romantic in my life,

 

perfect phrases slip from pages,

lines form on my lips from memory,

daring me to attempt the inconceivable,

to pen a sequence of love so sweet

that rose petals would blush in shame;

a verse to tempt the peerless tempter.

 

Picking up my pen I glean

the wayward words dancing in dusk,

I trace you on this virgin sheet of lines

with adjectives, verbs and the occasional noun. 

 

It has to be good enough, maybe not brilliant,

but these shreds of you are all I have. 

 

Reviews

[Adelia Alighieri]

"It has to be good enough, maybe not brilliant,
but these shreds of you are all I have." This can summarize my entire love life =P
It's actually 'brilliant', maybe not 'good enough' ;)

[Crowley]

Oh man....it's all we all really want to do. So nicely written, so poignant. "To pen a sequence of love so sweet, that rose petals would blush in shame". Your talent makes me blush a bit...ohhhh to pen something as good as this.

[Art Sun]

a glimpse of memories...or reflections...sometimes all we have are thoughts within poetic displays...

a very enjoyable work...

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

Incredible!!!!!! you described how I feel often. you are a fantastic writer and that is my honest opinion!!!!!!

[spence]

You hooked me with the opening to this, (words and ideas escaped me regularly, so I learned to keep a notepad by my bed!) and it was an absolute pleasure to be so comprehensively awed by what followed. I write a lot of rhymes that perhaps touch on poetry, but this is what I consider to be the art at its purest. Unfortunately it is not something I am adept at writing, though I appreciate reading it immensley.
I swear I could so clearly imagine this being read aloud. 'Perfect phrases slip from pages, lines form on my lips from memory' was nothing short of beautiful. In fact, from the title to the subtext and everything in between- the passion for the written word that oozes from every syllable. My only regret was that it ended. I found this totally mesmerising. I loved this.
I initially stopped by to say thank you for your review, but I've forgotten what you reviewed and what you said now! Talk about disarmed! Oh yeah- it was 'stuck inside my wife'- thanks for reviewing that. I try to be funny sometimes! Take care, spence

[JudeTrain]

This is great, i really appreciate the first stanza which to me reveals understanding of an idea 'words pirouetting like ballerinas inside of my mind', but then how they reveal themselves in reality as some physical form of thought? (which in reality isn't physical at all). But here you walked that bridge, this poem is a sweet sought after cornucopia 85/100

[Emily B]

I always prefer my revelations to come in bits and pieces . . .

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

I CAN RELATE TO this poem. blank paper oh how tempting and wonderful to a writer. and i love the line about the ballerinas nice job

[Andrew]

Very well done! Looks like you had no problem at all here saying what you needed to say :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

So elegant; flowing gracefully down the page in tiny little slippers; twirling like maids in a Degas painting where rich colors capture life in beautiful fragile movements and moments. I love it. It shows your passion for writing. Well done.