I stumbled onto you
A picture, no less
In fact there were three
Grinning in one
Head thrown back
Softness apparent
New to me
Black shades the next
Guitar aimed
Like an arrow
At her heart
But the last
The soul heavy tired eyes
I remember these
Even now
So old
For so young
A man
The one thing I never got
When I wrote this
The lines etch now
Just like yours
And I wonder why
I never thought it
The one thing I never wanted
Those lines sketched
Just like my own
I took them with me, you know
When I left
Maps to my life
A mess of dreams
Songs we laid down
You gave to me
We rolled them in our sleeves
Maybe I stole them
If you say so
I’ll believe it
What kind of heart would be mine
If I covered all the soft spots now
With a stronger love
Built of more serviceable
Materials
And I could guarantee
It would no longer fail
Or leak
Or bleed
I tumbled into her
A picture, no less
More than three
I grinned in one
My head thrown back
Softness apparent
New even to me
Black shades the next
A needle aimed
Like an arrow
At my heart
But the last
The soul heavy tired eyes
You resemble these
Even now
So old then
For so young
A woman
A man
So young were we
So beautiful and chilling at the same time. I think this one may be one of my all time favorites. I can feel that it comes from a place of depth and resolve, acceptence and love.
Miss D
Your words as always make me feel deep down to my core.
this poem had me literally sinking into every line , u have a gift of making your writing consume the reader (me at least), ive been going through the archives and im pretty impressed with the way you can write fairly extensive creative pieces and keep it real exciting till the end. im enjoying this blog, excellent work
Hi, Pearl. Thank you for the comments at my site. I’ve been looking around yours, too. It is beautiful. I decided on this poem to comment (even though it’s all lovely), because the title first attracted my eye. And I love this stanza:
“Black shades the next
Guitar aimed
Like an arrow
At her heart”
I love that image. I also love how the rhythm builds in stanza six. I connect with what the poem says, but I’m sort of a techno geek, so I also admire form, too. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
Oh, Julie!! I’m real glad you visited, because I’ve no idea how I got to your site the other night. But just stunned by the elegant, simple and stark beauty of the work there that I’ve read so far.
Thanks for your input on this piece, means alot to me.
–Pearl
What kind of heart would be mine
If I covered all the soft spots now
With a stronger love
Built of more serviceable
Materials
And I could guarantee
It would no longer fail
Or leak
Or bleed
~*~
Stunning. Simply stunning. The title, the content, the cadence. I read, then reread, and then read it again. And each time it was further imprinted in my soul, each time I felt a stronger connection to the words.
I’m so glad you commented on my poem, because your work is breathtaking.
~Timothy
Oh my God, I was swept along here and didn’t know that this was my writing…..Or what you were commenting on. Thank you for finding this and for your thoughts, which truly touch me.
Pearl