Category: Writers Block
Man, I post too much. K here's the poem. It has uh, been slightly edited from the origional to protect the, innocent?
Gracefully Unnamed
6-4-09
Oh what wicked wonders the night air holds
for me and that tongue with the sweet secrets held
just there on the dancing tip
waiting to fall forth and be spoken in a quiet way
something so simple as a lilting name
and something more trying than a lifetime.
These words I drip upon the page
like the laughter of a sweet spring rain,
they all dry up and hide away when you call me
when you bid me to look into your eyes and just speak.
Oh arrow waiting in an airless calm
just before a symphony bursts into sound,
how you lay in your bow so content and quiet
while beneath the wood a dark flame wakes
and sends gentle fingers trailing down your spine
and kisses down upon your undecided face.
That is where the music lives
if only you'd open your ears to the voice and hear
the lyrics beneath the double edged words
because they're there in the silences that fill the distance
they dance to the beat of an anxious heart
that does not know where to turn.
The fairies come to light upon your lips
and flutter soft upon your arms to chill the skin
and make you think that's where his kiss has been
and his touch has been
when really girl dear,
when really there's nothing there but the brush of a breeze.
Oh how the eyes do turn to the glory of the Sun
to stare in raptured awe at the mad passion burning in its heart
and then the eyes go dark
and there is no more Sun
but only a faint memory and a lingering regret.
Because once you've looked you can't unsee
and once you agree you can't go free.
And the package spells L O V E
isn't that what you sent to me?
But will the bliss be worth the cost?
Oh reason, dear friend where have you gone?
For I can not seem to find my way
from this spinning mirror maze.
And do I even want to leave?
To face that which lies in wait for me?
It all depends on a simple name,
a name which I don't dare to say
because once you've whispered the shadows hear
and they live in every eager ear.
Just say his name and take his hand.
I open my mouth to whisper,
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Wow! Its so, pretty! And dark at the same time. I love it!
I must say, this is a very complex poem. You have a very nice way with words. From this poem, I perceive a feeling of striving to stay in the past, to avoid admitting or accepting the present. Keep up the good work.