Vulnerable He Sleeps

(a bit of brevity which I hope says alot)

my left hand
spiders his heart

its palm a warm coverlet
of protection

gypsy read lines
content to rest

pledged to the beat
of silent music

my soul's food
sieving night time darkness

I am caught
in these moments

a fly free
to fly on my own volition

finding a home
under the kiss of moonlight

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

To me, this is a render love poem, using the spider's web as as a shroud of soft protection and care. It's warm, like a coverlet,. "this is my soul's food" his love for you...these are are moments we all want..."under the kiss of nightlight"....real or imagined, this is poetry at its best. Love this one!
Best, B

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Betty, it is indeed a love poem. Thank you for your insights. So pleased you like it.
read moreDear Betty, it is indeed a love poem. Thank you for your insights. So pleased you like it.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome Chris...happy day,
Best, B

[Stuart Munro]

Another interesting poem Chris , enjoyable read

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Stuart for reading and commenting on this piece. Have a lovely day.

Chris

[Stuart Munro]

Thanks Chris , you too

[Pryde Foltz]

Lovely dive into the dark and the love that is found there too.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Pryde. Pleased you stopped by today. All the best.

Chris

[Tina]

Mysterious and sultry, nice poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Tina. Pleased you called on to review.

Chris

[Tina]

Your welcome

[Neville]

I fear I often say too much .. one can beat an egg & a few other things besides, but one can not beat a decent bit of brevity .

Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Brevity can say so much. Thanks Neville for stopping by. Have a great Sunday.

Chris

[Robert Haigh]

An interesting write, Chris. I had to read it twice to begin to understand it, but the person whose heart is being protected could be either a child (my first impression) or a lover. Either way, a tender and expressive poem.

[Chris Shaw]

A tender and expressive poem it is Robert. Many thanks to you for reading and leaving a review.
read moreA tender and expressive poem it is Robert. Many thanks to you for reading and leaving a review.

Chris

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"my left hand
spiders his heart
its palm a warm coverlet
of protection"
Dear Chris, this is a tender kiss of a midnight reverie and poem. Your words are eloquent, erudite and exquisite. Love this!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Annette. Pleased you enjoyed the tenderness. So thankful for your visit. Take good care of yourself.

Chris

[Foxemerald]

Oooooh, I learned a new word! Never heard a strainer referred to as a sieve. Such a sweet poem!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Foxemerald. Pleased for your visit. All good wishes.

Chris

[Gee]

I used to lay my hand across the pup when he first arrived, was my way of giving him comfort, assurance. I still do it occasionally when sitting reading in the early morning as he lays on his back next to me.
Morning Christine, hope you are well. Bit of a downer after the defeat last night but hey ho :))

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks Gee. A comforting hand provides loving reassurance. Oh yes a bit of a downer for the boys last night. They had their chances. My other half still a bit glum from the results. Happy Sunday.

Chris

[Dave Brown]

I was looking at this earlier but my limited intellect is incapable of reading the deeper meaning of poetics like this

[Chris Shaw]

Seems I might just have raised a question mark here by some of the responses Dave. My bad, but thanks for stopping by :)

Chris