Recluse

I know
I am not
The prettiest girl at the ball
However
When your aura
Wanders close
A piece of me
Begins to dance, inside
Though my words
May not be
Nimble or fluid
Though my legs
Do not
Carry me swiftly
My heart
Is graceful and patient
I know you
Very well
and yet
I wonder still,
Who you are...
Waltzing
Into this somber picture
With your
Radiant array of rainbow paints
Even to go as far
As brushing highlights
of deep amaranth
to my cheeks
Every time
Your presence is recognized
The soul
That is the base
of your humble self
Seems to be garnished
with the rare seasonings
of a world filled
with unanswered questions
Every detail
Is one that may not be reproduced
by any other
It draws me in
Just as the vague screen
of luminous stars
as dusk descends
The mystery
Among
Wild passion
Toward such an incomprehensible beauty
In cases even as such
That I may never delve close
to that light-fragrant sky
to your warm, yet recluse heart

Reviews

[roy mccarthy]

awesome poem,
right from the gut,from the spirit,
i like the non rhymey style here too!
plays out like prose!

[Robin]

there are poems of the heart and then there are poems of the heart . yours seems to carry the beat of an explorer of that amazing thing I like to call the mindscape ..

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

So beautiful and tender. Well done!

[Plagued Monumentally]

I think people who have ever been in love could relate to this poem. I liked it, but theres part of me that doesn't really understand. But lovely work! Keep sending me those read requests. :)

[patricia]

I loved the touching vulnerability in this poem especially in the early parts. Thankyou.

[GrandDystopia]

I really liked this, i can almost relate to this in a few ways, it reminded me of when i met my current Girlfriend, those feeling you go through when you meet. A very good piece, keep up the good work:)