Untangled

Letting go while holding on.

We can pretend that you care,

but you don’t and I won’t

let you take me there.

I’ve held on to the thinnest of thread

seeking to sew what I never could,

built castles of sand within my head

wanting much more than I ever should.

I’ve whispered my heart into your ear,

half-painted my soul for you to see;

but time and distance have made it clear

that you do not feel the same for me.

I’ve plucked the truth among the daisies

seeking solace in fields of glory

and found my voice singing your praises

staring at the end of our story.

Tangled and twisted upon the vine,

I choose to unloose this fragile knot

that gripped too long this spirit of mine

to the point my own had been forgot.

I will always love you forever.

This doesn’t mean I do not love me;

and if I never see you ever

know that I’m happy as I can be.

Author's Note

Reviews

[emmajoy]

There's a sort of smile between the serious hurt of this poem.. i think. Your meter and wordage is/are more playful, less traditional than often. That final stanza.. well, it has its place but it's not a loser's finale.. more a relaxed mind looking back on too many stresses and .. Strangely i don't find this alarmingly erotic - perhaps the beautiful photo nudges a few minds.. for me, there's once love and passion..

[Roland Petrov]

The "Tangled and twisted upon the vine" verse is sublime; oh dear, I chose the vine verse! Your opinion of me isn't going to change any time soon.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Let's hope not. I find you quite the charmer. LOL! I must be drunk on the fumes.

[Dean]

Your poem is the most spiritual erotica I know, and its accompanying picture is the most erotic specimen of spiritual beauty I have seen in some time. Together they lead me to the heights of sensual beauty, and there is no place I would rather be.

[David Scott]

Firstly, I loved the picture... Then your poem actually verbalized a great interface with the visual. I assume the poem came first then you found the picture, but the pair well.
Secondly, I like how you have a playful tone with rhyme and meter. This presentation hides the sarcasm and pain well. You voice intelligence and reflection hidden in simple threads.
Some will read depth and others enjoy the cream of a flowing easy read. I enjoyed the weave of your lovely talent.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, David. I rarely, if ever, use a picture as inspiration for my poetry; and that is the case here. I write and then try to find the perfect image to go with the words. I'm glad that you appreciate the efforts. On the surface, this poem seems simple; but its waters run very, very deep.

[David Scott]

Oh I can see the depth indeed. Very nice work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow...."i've whispered my heart into your ear"

wish i had written that line...i really can feel this one...it is hard to let go when we love someone so much, but we know that person is not good for us...as you say, we do have to love ourselves enough to let go.

to pluck our own truth among the daisies....

j.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Jacob. This has honestly been one of the hardest things for me in life. Letting go, while still holding on, is such torture.