i didn’t realize
i was crying for so long,
clothes drenched,
keyboard soaked,
sitting here forever
in the space between
the end of a day – not
yet night and you
hold my hand,
telling me it’s not darkness,
reaching out, that
your lips won’t stop
searching mine
for the words
we never said and
the music is loud from
my headphones; i forgot
how it sounds when birds
chirp love into the air,
how it feels
when my hair starts to curl,
when there’s space to dance
between two breaths
and nothing but
rhythm, solace, wind -
and silence – a moment
growing wild like weeds
in enraptured gardens
and i’ll be gone with the last song ..
You do capture that sense of solace in the poem…really like the feel of this poem.
Very nice write…I am left with a sense of longing when I read it. I guess what I am trying to say is that I can feel this poem…to me that’s a sign of a good piece of writing. Vb
very nicely done!
Silence growing like weeds, unrestricted and wild.
Compelling flow. the breaks and scene/subject changes force attention and encourage questioning.
nice….love the stop at you in the line about the space between…lends it to double meaning…a rather chill end as well…another highlight is the lips searching lips for words….very nice…
sorry with blogger down took the last day off….
Beautiful!
beautiful … loved the flow …
There’s a sadness to this one, inspit of the romance. It’s beautiful as always.
Beautiful! I love it!
…ja, Claudia – du spielst mit Worten und sie werden zu einem Gedicht…egal, welches Thema du nimmst, es formt sich und sagt etwas aus…
…mir fielen die Musik-Kopfhörer auf und das Vogel-Zirpen…der Kontrast… unserer Zeit…
I love this one, Claudia. There is a clear feel of what is important in life, a kind of timelessness like the one with dancing between breaths. wonderful!