Oh do please keep writing, Trisha. A lot of poetry (especially competition winners, etc) I just can't read or understand, it's like looking at an abstract painting and have to be told what is in the artist's mind and what the painting is about. Whereas your poetry is ... is poetry, you seem to be able to put your words down on paper and create the most honest pictures that I truly understand and empathise with.
I used to love you and then one day I realized I didn't anymore and that hurt as much as when you turned your back on me, walked out emotionally times all the moments in all the hours in all the days of every month and every year that I spent loving you
you took your hand and ran it down my cheek gripping softly my chin pulling me closer and then you kissed me your lips cracked from the years in the sun moist nonetheless I opened my mouth slightly you responded instantly your tongue entering me sweeping left around and to the right you lightly pulled back then closing off the melting heat pouring from your soul and you looked at me with those deep eyes bearing into mine yes, I felt it too
Hi Trisha, I liked this poem the first time around. The emptyness is obvious here, but also so is the uncertainty of wanting the gap filled or not.
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ReplyDeleteGood eye ... it's nice to know who's reading! ... and thank you for the comments. Your encouraging words keep me writing!
Oh do please keep writing, Trisha. A lot of poetry (especially competition winners, etc) I just can't read or understand, it's like looking at an abstract painting and have to be told what is in the artist's mind and what the painting is about.
ReplyDeleteWhereas your poetry is ... is poetry, you seem to be able to put your words down on paper and create the most honest pictures that I truly understand and empathise with.
Martin.