Love?

I shall try to explain, a fear as it is;

When in adjacent seats, strangers do meet,

Or more so, do not meet.

The brushing of shoulders

And fingers through hair

With no glance met

And no words shared.

The folly of silent miseries.

What introduction would suffice?

Drama and calamity?

Down on knees to scream

“Forgive me angel, that I am

So base and wretched that

I could not even compare thee

To a pleasing colour

Let alone a grand thing.

Alas, you are more than either”?

No plans resting racing heart

Or sweaty palms, or addled mind.

A mind inside a mind.

Though she may feel small

I am smaller still and

I know my own size.

How will we live?

Through the tumult of empty streets?

Or the vacuum of well trodden paths?

There should be more to say?

What is a word?

And what do we use it for?

Can it be dropped

And picked up off the floor,

Dusted off and shelved,

As it was before?

O curse this birth!

That I am not galvanized

Or made of some stronger metal

Or lion heart or even that Blarney mineral.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are very good, my friend. Suddenly there is a touch, a look, but there are no words...and by the time we find them, we are old poets with themes that are gathering dust on the shelves...and life has moved on.

[Dara]

Fast moving and strewn with wonderful images. I really enjoyed this.

[Ana B.]

Beautiful and very particular :) Enjoyed every line.

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

This was an interesting read. I think my favorite part was the second stanza, it would be comical to see someone randomly saying this to someone else.

Good Job

[ANTO]

"What introduction would suffice?
Drama and calamity?
Down on knees to scream
“Forgive me angel, that I am
So base and wretched that
I could not even compare thee
To a pleasing colour
Let alone a grand thing.
Alas, you are more than either”? - i laughed out loud at the idea of a stranger doing this ECF

O curse this birth!
That I am not galvanized
Or made of some stronger metal
Or lion heart or even that Blarney mineral. - truly witty and bitter sweet writing my friend.

When words escape us the mind goes blank and the best we can wish for is not to appear stupid.
I enjoyed this.

[Adam Whitworth]

I like the vacuum of well trodden paths and I liked reading the poem over and over. There must be something in it.

[Harris Malik]

I don't feel qualified enough to comment on this one ,its just exquisite and sublime.

[Alyssa Carlstrom]

.....Wow. I'm a romantic, and you immdediately grabbed my attention on the second line of the first stanza, "When in adjacent seats, strangers do meet,". I especially love the fifth stanza. You use excellent words; ones that made me cradle my chin and daze as I read along. Well done! Definately 100/100.

[Jack Cassidy]

Two of the lines that spoke to me from this piece were "Through the tumult of empty streets?" and the following one "Or the vacuum of well trodden paths." I really enjoyed how they were linked together... Although, "As it was before?" and Never, and no more?" I have a hard time liking simply because the rhyming seems cliche.

[David O Whalen (O Haol..]

Well E, (for lack of a first name) This to me really shows that you're a playwright in addition to being a poet. I really don't feel qualified to comment beyond the fact that it makes me feel a bit amateurish in my poetic efforts.