I Will, I Will

I Will, I Will

A Poem by Phibby Venable



I say I won't look at the way your body falters in time
Nobody tracing your wiry brow
Nobody piecing the shattered glass of your great eyes
The hills have bulldozed your enthusiasm
into the asphalt you walk everyday,
your dream a flicker in the charcoal of gravel,
your heart a flutter of its former self,
and I say this is the last time,
I won't do this anymore,
but I will, I will.
And I say, What the hell...? in a tight lipped,
you better get outta
here heartless eye glare
while my true heart bends in the middle, gags
into the broken vibrations of old desire.
I don't want to feel sorry for you.
I don't want the grief of glimpsing your clenched
knuckles, your uncertain charm rising
through the dull soirees of the past and looking at me,
those marvelous eyes, those uncertain lips,
I say I don't want to kiss,
but I will, I will.

© 2011 Phibby Venable


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anyone who doesn't understand the mind of a woman doesn't understand poetry ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Lovely great deals, ya you will. thanks for sharing..

Posted 13 Years Ago


time can make us believe we have become old...and yet the heart and Soul know we are as alive and young as...yesterday...

Posted 13 Years Ago


I often think why someone reviews or why it is that only men have reviewed this so far. This is a wonderful ramp in the mind of a man that would like to think that his whole life is still ahead of him. My life is almost over and when looking back I see everything that has happened to me and my wife of forth years + . Your work is a thing of beauty that is what everyperson that reads should get out of life. Great work and wonderful image.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Remarkable piece. Visual, metaphoric and sensual. In fact everything is perfect. So, of course you will.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Phibby, when you get it bad - you REALLY get it bad. Sometimes we aren't meant to get over or ever have a do-over... just a RIGHT NOW!

It doesn't seem to matter what escapes a pen - somehow its always a bit of us intertwined inside and peeking out from a curlique or the dot of I. Periods aren't final... just pauses for us to catch a breath.

Chris

Posted 13 Years Ago


a beguiling dialogue, is it inner or outer, self or to another. This piece is a well rendered graphic of will, steadfast and determined, yet yielding.
A true look at the rationalizations "will" must compromise.
Solid writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Good stuff, Phibby.
I bet you will .
Love your writing.
----- Eagle Cruagh

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Phibby Venable
Phibby Venable

abingdon, VA



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