On Secrets

"A kiss is a minefield." The most recent poem of late. (June 2011)

We fall quiet and, softly, you tell me your story.
After so long, and so much effort, you have become strong and weak.
It's my fault you conceded defeat.
I will always be a part of your downfall.

You remind me of summer
And winter,
Sun, rain, wind, lightning,
Shattering glass and music.

I wonder what you think of me?

As you reach the part of your story where I matter,
Your eyes can't meet mine, but
They flicker upward and I catch a glimpse.
Your pupils cannot decide whether to dilate or contract.
I interrupt you (it's a talent I have)
To inform you of this.
Your hair falls into my vision and it obscures.

You remind me of summer
And winter,
Sun, rain, wind, lightning,
Shattering glass and music.

I wonder what you're thinking?

Reviews

[Sujash I. Purna]

You remind me of summer
And winter,
Sun, rain, wind, lightning,
Shattering glass and music.


I liked the repetition. There's a yearning tone to be heard by someone. Beautiful pathos. Very good work!

[Sarah Hobbit]

Ahh that makes me wonder what that person is thinking.
Well done
Sarah :-)