within

not sure where this came from

 

He forgot the strength held in the soft bosom of superstition,

and Saturdays that became cloudy without promise of

awakening to scrambled eggs

 

and kisses...

 

He became movement in the trees, his entire body

trembling as if she walked over his grave

 

again and again...

 

She was different, and everyone knew magic

was her air...

 

waiting with swollen lips and traces of love

that could have been...

 

Never grounded, thoughts always somewhere

between Now and Never...

 

and Forever...

 

It was always him,

 

her one and only love letter not yet opened...

 

a glistening silver heritage making love to

a silhouette of tears...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Dani California]

"He became movement in the trees, his entire body
trembling as if she walked over his grave
again and again... "

Something about those lines just reached in and gently
ripped my heart out.

Once again, you've made a soft beautiful melody out of sadness,
taking your reader on a blissful tour of heartache. I don't know how
you do it A. I have yet to read another poet who can do that... your
reader still feels the effects of the sad and longing emotions that are
set forth in your work, yet you craft the words in such a way that
we willingly, and knowingly, walk the plank into heartbreak.

That is one of your artistry gifts I think... your poems mesmerize
your reader... somewhat blissfully carry them through it.. regardless
of content.. and then ever so gently... and lovingly... sink them.
(I hope it's understood that I mean that in a good way) :)

This is just beautiful my friend.. as always.

[Patrick Roach]

Excellent piece, I adore your writing style.

[wickedcharm]

I actually cried over this. It's simply...simply perfect. Sensible, marvelous, wonderfully written, it rivals with genius like Emily Dickinson. Loved it.

[Ahmad Cox]

Airy, light, and beautiful. I really appreciated the imagery in this poem.

[An owl on the moon]

This has such a stunning beauty... Feeling a sense of haunting separation... You create a world of what was and what is, and it is colored in a silhouette of tears... Came back to this one...

[Bette]

bittersweet! Well done

[Art]

Sometimes we write and then we sit and wonder how we create the very thoughts from within into poetry...

that is the essence of it all...

nice...

[These Haunted Hallways]

Wow, this was very beautiful! Nicely penned :) Like a rememberance of a love that departed, and moving images, both sweet and bittersweet, play over deep inside the soul. Very beautiful imagery in this. I saw everything :)

M.

[Alicia Schroeder]

Extremely beautiful peice.

[Amy Bumpas]

This dwells into the senses, leaving one with the
feeling that it's not over. There is something mystical,
spiritual about this piece, yet sad, waiting...