Is it you

Is it you

A Poem by m.s.early

Your silence drains me.
You're waiting your call.
I'm picturing your face
blank smiles,
blank eyes.
I can't grab it.

I'm reading you while it's late.

Where is the map that belongs only to you?
Do you purr when you sleep?
Do you turn over in the morning just before the sun crosses the curtains?

The phone trembles by the pillow
again.
Is it you?

© 2021 m.s.early


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it's just me turning through the pages...wondering why the pages feel different these days ....but oh the words...the words are still amazing!

Posted 1 Year Ago


I lay somewhere between the pillows and the universe in this strange dream...where the water bursts through the lands and I finally un-tape my mouth to say the words I have always been terrified of....

ps I swear you stand there with a fork waiting to scramble me... Glad your back X

Posted 3 Years Ago


The map to a person's heart has many routes. You may have to acknowledge that you can't get there as the crow flies. Treasure is not easy to find. You may have to dig for a while. I felt anticipation and longing as you pondered on your heart:s desire.

Chris

Posted 3 Years Ago


where is that map to your heart...please call me with directions...I am waiting by the phone hoping it will ring.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Added on February 26, 2021
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"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..

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