The Nature of a Creeper Vine

I want my fingers impossible to disentangle from your locks,

the chestnut interspersed with ivory, you as my foilage,

shake or quiver, I won't be dropped.


I'll rest my arms on the mantle of your shoulders

and naturally, you'll return the embrace---

around my dimunitive waist.


There's a place in the garden reserved for you and I,

next to the begonias, ophelias, and tuberose,

where the sun never neglects nor does agonise.


Passersby  admire the harmony of our lines

proclaiming, there's the maiden and the youth

caught in her clutches, chuckle and sigh.


Forever, the contours of your face are mine

to frame and tug down the pools of each others' eyes;

the nature of having a creeper vine.

Reviews

[ghost]

Beautiful.
Honest in its`simplicity, yet brilliant in its rythem.

A good read.

[Lucia J.g.]

this piece is very calm and flows smothly however at the same time it's very powerful to me.

[J. Gore]

Reading your work is like wading through a field of tall and fragrant weeds at warm dusk. It's refreshing. I look forward to reading more from you.



I've never kept another's heart for more

than a day's wandering on the beach,

left upon the sand, which swallowed it

soon as I returned to seek.



This stanza, in particular, is beautiful

[Z. Smith]

I have to agree with J on this one. There's something so subtle about your style that it almost lingers beyond explanation. It seems there's an apathy you want to express here and almost a sadness in its observation.

[J]

I'll say this straight off: your poems in general carry an emotive sensation that's hard to describe, and because of it, you won't get a truckload of people saying "oh my god, I know exactly what you mean." Rather, you'll get people's impressions, and you'll get that opinion from me that you have idiosyncratic expressions that delight the mind for no apparent reason, other than... these being unique and refreshing... and hard to nail with words with why I like it at the same time.

Not much of a comment, huh? Lol, I'll try harder.

Your first: how you wish to be carefree, but it seems you're not; it seems you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders even though it's the last thing you want.

Your second: but you're passionate, and won't take life sitting down.

Your third: even though you're not totally carefree, you are... and that's a paradoxical element found in a lot of tortured creative types (lol, I'm being stereotypical here, and drawing from my own feelings). It seems you cannot give your heart to someone fully before you find something to either plunge you in disillusionment or worry.

Your fourth: the past is something no-one can decipher; hindsight can come sometimes, but most often it's brushed under a rug and forgotten about. I sense resolve in this.

And your last line: a perfect ending =)