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

[Fran Marie]

said the spider to the fly
Ooh I do like this one
especially the last couplet
finding a home under the
kiss of moonlight
lovely poetic poem

Nice work

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Fran. I appreciate you stopping by to review. Have a good day.

Chris

[W. Barrett Munn]

Excellent and eloquent, lovingly rendered

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you WBM for your visit and your encouragement. Have a good weekend.

Chris

[Bryan Sefton]

You are indeed a poet. Magical words tied into magical lines. Spellbinding. Warm. Loving. Enchanting. Please could you tie these for me?

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks for giving these words your seal of approval Bryan. Pleased you enjoyed them.
read moreMany thanks for giving these words your seal of approval Bryan. Pleased you enjoyed them.

Chris

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Let's hope he isn't caught in a web of deceit. Spiders are tricky customers since some of them eat their mates. I was confused at first by the changing role of the narrator in the verse. At first, the woman seems the spider, "my left hand spiders his heart". And then, she becomes the fly, "I am caught in these moments, a fly, free to fly on my own volition." However it often happens in life and nature that the "would be predator" becomes the prey and the tables are turned. This was an interesting write. Kudos on making the reader think. F.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks for the read Fabian and your interesting interpretation. No deception here just warm protection, but the words here are in the hands of the reader to make of them what they wish. Have a great weekend. All the best.



Chris

[keith]

soooo many noteworthy lines
your word search talent is spot on! (english saying?) well it is!
there is underlying design in your word crafting that rings true well beyond that of many
Albert is proud

[Chris Shaw]

Aw Keith you know you have just shown your soft centre. I am touched by your review, especially because you mentioned Albert. I have a tear in my eye and a smile on my face :) Thank you.

Chris

[keith]

thanks i think ... soft centre i'm not so sure
kindred portion of my soul, could be
i cheated using your grandfather's name, i have read and reread your tribute in the AUTHOR, about section! tricky fool i am eh?
p.s. i meant every word

[red93]

Lovely evocation of the Midnight Hour Chris - I particularly like 'sieving night
time darkness' - excellent line.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Tony. Good to have you stop by.

Chris

[Andrew John]

Caught in the moments that are a soul's food, as it were. I like this one, CS. Hope to see more.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thank yous Andrew, pleased you stopped by. All best wishes.

Chris

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

You have such a tender way with words... simply enchanting.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Travis, thank you for leaving such a lovely comment after your visit. Have a happy Thursday.read moreDear Travis, thank you for leaving such a lovely comment after your visit. Have a happy Thursday.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris… your Kiss in the poem is a Seal of deep affection dipped in Wax written with a
Feather 🪶 Quill. I experience a similar feeling when the Moon is Full of Emotion.. gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Oh yes dear Pat there is deep affection and regard. Thank you for your insights lovely lady.

Chris

[Red Brick Keshner]

I loved the part where the 'soul's food sieves the night time darkness!' And why would anyone not want to be caught in those moments. Thanks for sharing this freedom, Chris. Cheers. Frederick.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Frederick, pleased you stopped by.

Chris