Sometimes when you ask

Sometimes when you ask

I study the backsteps,

the treasures from my day

places where you've taken me 

and why 

Sometimes

I study the mountains 

formed within my fear 

where the river drowns beneath my throat

Things I'll study

step by step

backwards

Sometimes

I simply hold a stone in 

the language of my hand 

believing you a starry 

friend I could easily send away

with a simple toss

And then 

come those times 

when I study the angles

the margins of your reach 

and wonder where all this has broken me 

Sometimes when you ask

I study the backsteps

feeling tiny as the grain 

and all that can never grow 

in the valley of restrain 

Reviews

[Amy R]

Beautifully written. I really enjoy your style of poetry,
This poem revolves heavily around moments of reflection, fear, limitation, and the desire for understanding within a relationship, as well as the paradox of feeling both connected and isolated.

This poem is rich with visual elements (e.g., mountains, rivers, stones) that create a vivid sense of the poet's emotional landscape.

Lovely metaphor used "stone in the language of my hand" symbolizes the burden of thoughts and feelings, while "starry friend" connotes both admiration and the transient nature of relationships.

Thanks for sharing such brilliant poems with us all,.
-Amy

[Shweta]

Beautiful dear poet. I wonder how I missed this one.

Well written and a treat as usual for one's muse.

[Alisa Js]

Beautifully written as always, my friend.

Sometimes there are those certain words that will never be spoken, not because they don't need to be, but rather because they are already understood, processed, and placed in a place that needs no words. There are those emotions that transcend words and will remain for all eternity energetically unchanged.

Thank you for sharing.. catch up soon.

[Ken Simm.]

Since in writing this you ask I will answer in the best way I can by saying this poem answers depths and wonderment in an extraordinary way. Since if you are down this write could walk you back up the hill.

[Perdition]

Alright, enough is enough..whose horse is that, and why the long face? Oh, that was just terrible on every level..lol. Yes, true praise indeed. That is a beautiful horse though. In these steps, I can only go where it will take me which is a wonderment alone and today let us hope towards lunch and things of the most ineffable quality. It has been quite an honor to have recently been given the opportunity to read your work Ken as I have heard of your name before but the placement had escaped me. I look forward to returning again today, but we must have our plums before we stumble into such rare quality..or at least the casual cup of wine. lol. Cheers!..and very soon I do intend as hope. Thank you again for your time and reading as well as your kind review!! Can I ride him/her?..lol. That picture gets me every time~

[Ken Simm.]

The horse is mine and I bred him. He is with my friend down in England at the moment as I live in the Scottish highlands and it is not really suitable for him up here. He is a Dutch Warmblood horse and he is called Mooey which is Dutch for beautiful.. I helped pull him out of his mother Autumn and it was one of the most fascinating things I have ever done.
If I am allowed to show off I am also a visual artist and if you wish to see my work at the moment my website is www.kenart.co.uk. And no I have never heard that joke about the long face ever before, at all never. Except well no more than a couple of thousand times.
If you want a better one, a white horse goes into a bar and the barman says "Hey we have a drink named after you!"
And the horse says " Why do have a drink called Eric".

[Ken Simm.]

Thank you very much for all the compliments here as well.

[Perdition]

Not bad...lol. Beautiful creature and what a wonderful story. I most certainly will check out your "show-off-ers" (??)..sounds pretty interesting. The biggest horse I ever had was a Bernese Mtn. Dog ...wonderful, wonderful beast but a short lifetime. Appreciate the key...almost finished with lunch so headed toward your poetry soon. Oh..and for the joke as well Ken..still chuckling and going to have to share it this weekend with the apple butter gang... Yeah.. a story for your site, not here..Soon, and thanks again for all the details!