Thursday, January 30, 2014

You.

(I keep mentioning the beauty of words on this blog- and I usually mean individual words, not grammatically correct or complete sentences- but somehow I never explained what I meant by that. So wanted to show what I mean with a small experiment- a slightly unusual but not particularly new form of poetry!)

Eyes closed. Turbulent music. Your face.
Evening walk. Slow drizzle. That unsaid word.
Driving to work. Cacophonous roads. Brushing accidentally against your skin.
Smell of sea. Cold wet feet in the sand. Husky voice.

You engrossed. Focused eyes. Breathtaking.
Innocently joking. Playful twinkle. Inflamed.
You lifting. That single muscle flexing. Weak.
Fleeting sideways look. A half-smile. Surrender.


First ray of sun. Your success. The intoxicated revelry.
Rushing to celebrate. Her. Losing myself in the shadows.
Wilted flower on the footpath. Your loss. The ruthless silence.
Reaching to comfort you. Holding back. Guilt.


Gray skies. My dreams. Minutes. Days. Years.
Consumed. Love. Addicted. You. Eternity.

4 comments:

  1. Interesting poem with its staccato movement.

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  2. i felt more like an exercise on jumbled words which we used to do, in our english workbooks, during our school days.

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    1. Ha ha yes. And they don't even make sentences. To quote Fransisco, 'What a magnificent waste!'

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