Keeping

Keeping

A Poem by Closed
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A little prosaic. Scribbles.

"
I found
beauty,

fed with
your layers

and love,
thick as

light, I am
washed.

I must be
a lunatic

before the
day, sent by

the moon
and its fever.

My heart cut
open and

renewed. I
reside in air

and hold
my gaze;

an ode, a
parade

for love.

© 2017 Closed



Author's Note

Closed
Free Verse. Just scribbles. Nothing over thought or worked out well.

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Scribbles of what appears to be romantic love or someone. The moon gave you away even if you had not mentioned the word love.

Nothing wrong with scribbles if you know how to do them.

Posted 1 Year Ago


There are poets who can turn a theme inside out, using simplicity within a framework of knowing just how. You've done it brilliantly, hiding behind shadows yet using words that sing out. ' .My heart cut open and renewed. I
reside in air and .. '

Posted 1 Year Ago


Nice flow of words and thoughts. I liked the ending dear Vanessa. A parade for love. I liked it. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your nice words. True love deserves one, I think.
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Always my pleasure and you are welcome my friend.
I think my favourite line would be must be a lunatic, that says even the most cynical heart can be surprised by loves touch. One of the few good shocks to the system it can feel. Beautiful words Vanessa.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

Abs. I do believe so. Thank you for the nice review.
Mesmerizing words that one can relate to.
Very romantic and beautiful..

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

Thank you very much.
first two verses could be all that's needed for deep romantic poetry ... looking into layers (when allowed) is as close and intimate as sex says i ;)
i like this poem a lot...the heart cut, then renewed ... your protagonist does not shy away ..holds that gaze .. the closing has just a touch of cynicism to me ... the speaker has opened up before, been hurt .. but is undaunted in feeling good love ...sorry to get so pick aprtish ..but i like this a lot ..it has an intellectual appeal without going cold
E.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

That's an awesome way of perceiving it. Thank you very much for reading and sharing your pov.
I love the description and imagery in this piece. It feels light and feathery with an easy flow. I really loved the "thick as light" description for some reason ... not sure why but I thought it was very imaginative.

- William Liston

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

It was a sudden thought. I'm glad you liked it. Thank you for reading.
I appreciate poems that are "just scribbles" It brings a uniqueness to the reader. I enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

I agree. Thank you for stopping by and the nice review.

" I must be
a lunatic

before the
day, sent by

the moon
and its fever."

I LOVE THIS!!
Your writing is out of this world! You are wondrously talented! How long have you been writing?

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

Oh wow thank you. That's a gorgeous review, way too kind.

I've been writing for five.. read more
Nicholas Shea

1 Year Ago

You definitely are talented! I hope you do come on here and post more writing.. I'm looking forward .. read more
Closed

1 Year Ago

Thank you very much again. I appreciate your words. I don't know about sharing new stuff atm but if .. read more
I like this very much V, a simple but beautiful lament.
R xo

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

Thanks a lot for your nice words.

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