Poetry Arrived in Search of You

Original Photography by Nihad

 

I wielded my very first verse
From your finger-combed hair
As it cascaded in the sun...
From the ocean in your eyes
Waking to new language.

I metered my first lines
From a breath you exhaled
On a late December night...
From a flower you slipped
In my frazzled notebook
To bloom eternally
Above the soil in my heart.

I conceived rhythm and rhyme
From a kiss you never gave me...
From your voice bespeaking beauty
And the art of every craft.

Folly upon folly it was,
Full of resounding vowels too.
Oh, when I think on I, U, and Y,
Wish you were least suspecting
You’d live your life and die.

 

Author's Note

Sham died on March 21, 1994. She was 22 years old.

Reviews

[J.P. Bristow]

this is heartbreaking and soo beautiful

[Andrew S. Loveland]

Beautiful. A wonderful poem.

It felt a little like a personal intrusion on my behalf. Testament to the depth of feeling conveyed in those lines. Thank you for sharing.

[emmajoy]

I metered my first lines
From a breath you exhaled
On a late December night...
From a flower you slipped
In my frazzled notebook
To bloom eternally
Above the soil in my heart.

Your poem is so very personal and tender; the words I've selected are exquisite. They take this reader back in time.. to share a hint of special moments and actions. They're sad words, deeply emotional.

Your poems always reach into the heart.. perhaps this more than any other.