(or if you prefer...)
Tender words can steal away our very souls,
A gentle kiss hides mysteries unknown.
The slightest touch can make us whole,
Returning better part, honed from bone.
Know Love and see it in your wondrous face
Safe in your care, a mother’s embrace
Hurt stripped away in that special place
How can you bear so much, yet not complain?
Such wisdom hides deep behind those lucent eyes.
And though with silent grace you bide your time
Yet still you fear the Lie: “You’re left behind”
You fight yourself; rock and rose entwined
A rose is a rose by any other name
And true to a Woman, you’ll never change;
Thorns that both keep at bay and ensnare
Just how deep they prick, you’re unaware
11 comments:
True.
Dude, this is awful news - I can no longer comment on TDC? Tragic!
Not to worry, I'll talk here instead, is there more of switch? It seems to end on the word 'delicious' and I'd like to know how the day ended. Plus that too was developing into a good piece.
if this posts here...
admin - the whole thing should be up there now.
The last word ends with a "P" for pinguid!
lumiere - thank you! Very difficult this was! (But as everyone else was doing something similar, why get left out...?!)
Oh wow. Jonny- this is amazing.
i feel a strong connection to this poem regardless of whether i deserve to or not.
don't mean to be cheesy- but seriously, I feel like you have used the most perfect words and metaphors to describe very intense and real emotions (emotions and feelings i've felt at times)... very powerful this is.
You've obviously sold your soul to the devil. Tell him that I said hi. And then remind him that he still owes me 20 bucks. Thanks! You're a doll!
urk!
Jessica! Who said I...oh, waitaminute, that's another something. No problem! I'll get back to my usual self as soon as I can!
Sealeags - if you ever come this way again! Thank you. er, yeah, actually you do (mumbles...connection thingy) as do erm...several others and so on and so forth and ooh! look! sparklies!
must run!
:P
i'm not used to you being so...."romantic".
this one is a lovely use of your talents - good rythm, filled with emotion.
a pickle is a pickle.
a cucumber...not always...not always.
-g.d.
do you want to know one of the annoying things about you? ;P
Your comments always seem to prompt/deserve a response that requires me to say more about myself, in some way at least; if I am to give them the weight they deserve. So I cheat and accept what can be deemed a 'compliment' with a 'thank you' instead!
But on this one, I'll just remain silent!
guess you're not a fan of pickles...
my bad.
Dude, where have you gone?
GD. If you want to torture me, offer me raw fish (or just threaten to make me eat it), but gherkins/aka pickles. Again, I salute their knobbly snot-tasting deliciousnessnessness!!! (slobbers uncontrollably).
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