discovered

discovered

A Poem by m.s.early

deeply this morning i thought i might consider,
where did the winter leave us still breathless.
why was it so imperative that i scratch this edge?

the letters you've written me were itching
so i reread everyone until my mouth was dry.
you never saw the ink on my fingers
before you chose to kiss me.
you never knew why you replied.

there was an idle mind behind a blank stare
and the night whistled through the window
while we both became keenly aware 
that we were discovered.

and the unbelievers' mouths were agape - 
(still so incredulous),
and taking in the water that would drown them - 
(refusing admission),
that the two oceans were a gyro with inertia.
a miracle some thought;
two fools awaiting imminence, some portended.

each letter i read this morning
noticed the divide was less vague than when written;
it didn't adjudge the present similarly:
the words were identical,
the punctuation was not disparate,
each comma held its pause,
each semicolon still a segway,
but somehow,
somehow,
the context was reborn with each pass
of my curious hand
brushing the dust away,
until i heard you say things that were never mentioned
and i knew spring would be soon.

i will buy you a boat 
and we will chart new courses.
the skeptics will continue to forebode,
the romantics will swoon,
and you and i will care less of them both,
sailing away towards a horizon
of our choosing.

this morning is exhaling a new lull,
a premonition
that you and i will be realized
as discovered.

© 2014 m.s.early


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Great wording, great flow and brilliant imagery all work together to create a poetic beauty. Thanks for sharing this lovely write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I like the strange, lurking and intermittent voice of this piece..It`s like a story, repeated with the memory, with the past and present reading of letter, of realizing details covered with mystery. Everyone who likes to "discover" is better to turn to himself alone first :) and to his love. my favorite verses:

i will buy you a boat
and we will chart new courses.
the skeptics will continue to forebode,
the romantics will swoon,
and you and i will care less of them both,
sailing away towards a horizon
of our choosing.

::n nour::
::03.014::

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is absolutely lovely! Great choice of words!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Your voice is brilliantly colored here xavier....you don't need Spring to be realized, your poetry always sings of season'd romance, no matter what you pen. Excellent read.

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

You're always so gentle and kind with your reviews Frieda. I'm much obliged :)
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

I love your poetic voice, it always takes me somewhere new, I'm not always so gentle ;-) My pleasur.. read more
First off, let me tell you how amazing this piece is once again, you use a diverse mix of vocabulary and imagery to evoke a certain feel. Second, because you knew I would, I must point out that it's does not need an apostrophe in "each comma held its pause" -- first apostrophe catch I can think of on yours.:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

D****t KL!!!!!! I submitted this one to a magazine with a typo that looks like a junior high grammat.. read more
Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Oops. Pass em by the Apostrophe Police before submission :)
m.s.early

10 Years Ago

No kidding... 😁
each comma held it's pause,
each semicolon still a segway,
but somehow,
somehow,
the context was reborn with each pass
of my curious hand
and you and i will care less of them both,
sailing away towards a horizon
of our choosing.
Great write, splendid imagination used to project the message, and became a full success, wishing both luck for discovering, real treat to readers, impressed

Posted 10 Years Ago


Dude, I am a huge fan. I loved the imagery and wording of this one. Loved the message and the story.

Posted 10 Years Ago


oh, wow! i read breathless, and smiled a little at the reference to fools, always telling folks i have foolish ways to excuse my vague and meandering missives

i kept hearing emily dickinson in the background, going to him! happy letter! and that is never a bad thing at all, you have a wonderful voice

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much. There is a lot of extra information in the air at times. Best we keep our head cl.. read more
This is amazing...well done exact imagery and clarity. I could see the bank start and being discovered! WOW...

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

Thank you LadyAnn :)

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Added on February 27, 2014
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