Carry You

 

 

 

Ask me why

I weave tender threads through
Saturated heart that hastens to death

I can do nothing but

C    Y
A  R
R
you

Across expanse of continents
Over heaven mountain peaks
Above barren deserts baked
Through oceans of healing
As dancing sky weeps.

I can do nothing but

C    Y
A  R
R
you

Lay you upon fields at Ashburton
Where trees smitten will bend
In lovers summer breeze
Of red august month,
Doves gather to dress naked skin,
Earth is yieldingly silent
Permitting dreamless sleep
I guard you while you heal.

I can do nothing but

C    Y
A  R
R
you

As you bleed into my skin
Blend into loving back,
Choked with weight as
We dance, dance, dance,
Balanced precariously on
Edge of words tipping of pages,
Spilling from tongues of angels
As you close tearful green eyes,
I can carry you so far
The rest lies between you and God.

I can do nothing but

C    Y
A  R
R
you

As we hasten to that end.

Reviews

[Blue Bard]

The experimental structure is easy on the eyes, but the meat of this poem is in its classic nature. It has lots of elements of Romantic poetry, yet the language does not slip into thees and thous. It is unpretentiously pretty and has a streak of pride down its back for always being the strong one. Another good one Bubo.

[MiidniightSoul]

This is so beautiful. A masterpiece. You express your emotions very well, soft and tender. You're such a great writer.

[Eric]

This was absolutely beautiful. I love the format of "CARRY you"... such a different approach to a poem's wording and flow. You made it work so well... as you always do.

[Shane Patrick]

This Bubo is a masterpiece, work of art... wow... absolutly hit me right where it needed to... this vision you have created here is subtle and captivating!!! took me by complete suprise the structure in this is such a breath of fresh air... excellent work!!

[Linda Crawford Ortiz]

WOW! On the first reading your form in the 'CARRY YOU' made me slow down, and I'll admit I was confused. Then, I re-read...as I do several times before offering any opinions...and I caught on to the 'V' of the form, the victory in your attitude, the completion of a sort of cycle. Your imagery, as always was superb. Your words were passionate and honest...feeling as if it was torn from deep within you. Your references to distance and purpose and willingness to 'go along for the ride', serving no purpose--seemingly--than to support another, yet that being THE purpose of your own life...that support and love and discipline. Then the ending: "I can do nothing but..."..Oh my! Love leaves no choice, not really. Great piece.

[Just Manoosh]

Oh, I cried. Mx

[Angela Talbert]

Wow, this is really good- the meaning shone through evoking emotion and the imagery was wll placed. Very good.

[Watson Trippy]

Beautiful as always.You really do have a way with words Bubo.They are very strong and soft spoken at the same time.Lovely indeed.I like the message of Carry You that you put out.In a way it's inspiring.Well for me anyway. Again beautiful.Your structure again it is very creative.

[Chris Zahar]

It's tender and soft with each word flowing like a Beethoven sonata, yet it avoids being saccharine with its sweetness. I am a little confused as to why you chose to write "carry you" in the way that you did, but I'm certainly not bothered by it enough to make a big deal out of it. If anything, it simply peeks my curiosity. I'd like to hear what inspired this poem. Beautiful, though.

[Orlando Furioso]

A typical male response perhaps, but I was taken with the visual device which when i'd worked it out seemed like a visual clue for arms enfolding -- the fading parent? It is moving and full of tender references. A quiet and patient poem of someone just being there for someone at the end. Is that right? The notion of a child carrying a parent to death is very powerful, a loving power rather than the bitter power in the other poems.

[Writer Of Life]

can do nothing but

C Y
A R
R
you


As we hasten to that end.

Brilliant...absolutely brilliant...
Everyone else has said how perfect and powerful it is so, there really is not much more I can say. It was beautiful BUBO!
love
candi