The Truth You Taste

When you look at me,
can you hear thunder when I talk
with eyes that watch you taste
a million waves of truth
whispering what I want?
Does it feel like rain
falls upon your heartbeat
like an old friend
and trusted confidant?

It has been said that nothing
can ever be
as elusive as one's thoughts
when you drink in their existence
inside your heart.
All your fears graze your memories
and you lose yourself
on the edge of not knowing
your remotest parts.

Do you treasure beautiful skies
when midnight sits
upon the bridge
that has hidden your lips
from my own
too many times?
Or know that I can see you
growing weary
of the depth of feeling
embracing your heart
inside my rhymes?

There is nothing I could change
if I carried what I want
all alone.
So please forgive me
if you hear thunder when I talk
with eyes that feel like rain
upon your heartbeat,
know day after day,
the truth you taste,
is love's own.

Author's Note

Artist Zancan

Do you ever feel that your distant love grows tired of only reading rhymes? Do you think perhaps they want to kiss your lips instead of read your words of love? I think we can only do what we can and apologize.

Reviews

[Emerald Seas]

"So please forgive me
if you hear thunder when I talk
with eyes that feel like rain
upon your heartbeat,
know day after day,
the truth you taste,
is love's own. "
Exquisite writing!

I have often wondered if my ramblings should be kept to myself rather than posted for all to read. I don't know if a love chooses to read them - or not... so I share. It is a choice to ignore my poetry, or to read it. If they're being read by a particular distant love... I don't know, but if so - I hope they don't cause heartache but a knowledge that they are cared for and cherished - always.

[light and ashes]

Beautiful!!! Love this poem!! 100

[Sleepless]

There is nothing I could change
if I carried what I want
all alone.
So please forgive me
if you hear thunder when I talk
with eyes that feel like rain
upon your heartbeat,
know day after day,
the truth you taste,
is love's own.

yeah especialy if you are so far away i love my little cousing as she were my life first because she reminds me of me when i was little she was astute always had something to say but when i talk to her it seems that words can never occupy the distance that is between us and all you want to tell them is how you feell know what it feels likes beautifully written !:P

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Lovely work. I like the straightforward message, written in that Changefulstorm style.

[Extant]

"So please forgive me
if you hear thunder when I talk
with eyes that feel like rain . . . "

This is, firstly, so incredibly descriptive and memorizing. I had a connection with this segement beginning with the apology that is spoken so forlornly, and then moving on into the idea that a voive could be as powerful as thunder when it speaks of a love it feels truly, lastly the eyes tell me that you can see who you love, though you may be as distant as a falling raindrop.

[jennifer little]

wonderful work keep up the good work i loved reading this great write

[Melobldnfr]

Oh Neva. I need to share this. Would that be okay?

[R J Askew]

The second verse catches my eye here beacuase I often feel 9/10ths thought and 1/10th real. Sometimes this metaphysical side is so strong it seeks to diminsh the 1/10th. And sometimes it succeeds. This is not a great way to be in a physical world. But I confess, as you will understand, I don't care. This tendency to remove one's self from the physical and sensual and embrase abstraction is how many poets are. The physical gets in the way. This is clearly not a good way way to be. But many people can't help it. Most people wld think it very strange. But I think you will understand when I say that I think it allows us to write better poems. And then we reach a state where we believe that our abstract lives are bigger than our corporeal lives. And then, the final state this perhaps, a state where our abstract, internal, thought lives actually are bigger and more important to us than the physical. This is perfect for a metaphysical poet, but a disaster for anyone -- esp those around the idiot poet -- who are 9/10ths alive in the physical world. Total disaster. Maybe this is why many poets are shunned. We live in a different way to most people because our sense of the metaphysical removes us from the physical. This drift into the metaphysical is evident in many of your poems. I of course love it!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Love clinking onto your work, your pictures is always in amazing taste, and the words that you write unfold into a beautiful poetic poem to teasure!
100/100

[KAREN]

Nicely done! Love the opening and closing stanzas!
100/100