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.
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.
Great poem about the burdens of loving one. Sometimes it is a heavy burden indeed. I liked the structure and make of this poem. As always you did a good job.
This is a most romanticly wicked contempory piece of your heart lady! it makes me think of what keats would have written, if he had gottent the chance of maturing! Beautiful work. More than good, Tai'd say.
This is so good. It reminds me of somone and of myself. Someone who has so much pain and so much to carry and they just need someone to care. To hold them up when they don't think they can. You can't fix them or fill the holes in their souls but you can wait it out with them while those holes mend. This is a beautiful poem of friendship and love. I absolutely love it. I'm going to read it again real quick.
Im still letting this sink in....I love how you wrote this....and the imagery, and the words themselves...they speak so much. It's as if though, you're in a state of mourning. Of course, this is probably what you've wanted to convey. Again, another good job.
Emotional piece capture a sense of compassion and depression within one piece. Compassion in carrying on even when it seems to hard to go on. The depression of realizing that you are the one carrying all the burden. Your words stirred an echoing thought in my head that will last long after what i have read. Wonderfully poetic in defining almost what all people go through at some point in their lives.
I can do nothing but carry you...
Those words struck me as so true, so sound, and I can feel the warmth of a mother's love carrying a child through the rough times and the good. Loving them for all eternity, and wanting nothing but the best for them. As always you have a way of capturing the imagination and sailing off into the blue waters of the known and making it seem like unchartered territory. Kudos to you Bubo! I can't wait for the next read... as always, it will be magical.. thank you again!
xo
Susan
A Mothers limits......
How Ironic ,that it's so " hard" ....to be a "soft place" to land.
I always said with kids.... taking our hands off...is like ...basically ripping our hearts out, winding them up and letting them loose in traffic, hoping they will be ...."alright " ?
It takes everything we got to let them go through sometimes.
I can do nothing but carry you.......
Steering them to seek God in all the craziness.
So, I write.... I'm a Scorpio.....A Jersey CI bean, with complications in life that were never expected. Some say I am over emotional, I say I am just more aware. I believe we all have a gift, i.. more..