her chapter and a sincerity.

her chapter and a sincerity.

mikl paul

 

 

I want the poem to fill the empty room.

          and there must have been a before

       to the way her hands stretch out into

   the space between her body   and the window

sill.      there must have been something promised

   to await      the right moment    in a life

     the right moment       where:   this is what I

dreamt    this is what I built       my cup overflows.

   and with it I       pass my hand through meadows

  I have       found it        passing     and

       comfort     and    with it I      learn to pray

and  I   love  each and your   fossil kept honest

    beneath my tongue and in  the brightest of

nights they resurrect     and I pray     with

   memory:  this is what I dreamt     this is

  what I built       my cup overflows.    and  to 

believe      in her.   and to watch the wraith of

    once    and between her wind bent body    and

the forgotten window sill    where we watch him

   grow hard in nervous hands,      where she was

 writing him into.    where he wanted to be called,

       and to respond.    rib against rib    as a

                (prayer)way to douse the    

   I need to know you’re there              the

     I need to know what is there      the   evidence

  of hunger       proving all.    toward some need to

whisper    (so that)     he will hear        you.

     she says   I am the poem       she says I am

  what I dreamt     I am my cup overgrown  

    as a prayer.     neck    to    mouth     to

  breast    to love undone  and

         to dusks     allofthem       and my heart

   my heart       she says      as a promise

      to await  the right moment     in a life

   the right moment where.   

Reviews

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

You have a sensual and playful style, it's terribly flirty poetry, great lines for me were:

1. what I dreamt I am my cup overgrown
as a prayer. neck to mouth to
breast to love undone and

[Ken Simm.]

Following romantic thoughts and this is the result. Simply gorgeous writing.

[emmajoy]

' she says I am the poem she says I am what I dreamt ~ I am my cup overgrown ~ as a prayer. neck to mouth to ~ breast to love undone and ~ to dusks '

This is poetry taken to another place.. words that bind the senses and go - just go .. and there you are, the two of you, feeling, reeling, loving, cooing and all the emotions in the world just spinnnnnnnn.. You should have more readers and many more reviews. People need to adventure
This should be heard

[mikl paul]

I just put my first book out so I agree. :) thank you

[Jack...]

Strangely addictive and haphazardly coherent, a scattered message the breathes on its own, flys like a kite and sits alone atop an iron step gazing into the heart. This was definietly different and very cool.

[mikl paul]

thank you jack!

[barton smock]

pray with memory. that it is not, pray from. meeting one's hand in passing, seems to me, the future of prayer.

[mikl paul]

trying to take things forward.

[eglantine]

You def have talent. You also use space to your advantage. Is "allofthem" supposed to be mashed up like that?

[mikl paul]

of course! it's all of them!

[Pretty_as_a_Poet]

This is purely beautiful!!!!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Nicely written...wow. I could see this one being a spoken word piece, with all of the intentional pauses and such. The images here are fantastic; "beneath my tongue and in the brightest of nights they resurrect"...wow. Well done!

[mikl paul]

thank you! if you come sunday i'll read it!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Let me see if my schedule allows...I'd love to hear you read!

[mikl paul]

Yes please.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

So was it a good turnout?