I wrote this poem when you wern't looking,
so I could imagine it would mean more.
I think of someone who loves me
scaling my house for my breath
on the windows.
Attempt to lift it with their fingertips,
then place it in a jar and keep
it on their bedside table.
Close but not touching.
Or document it in the list of people
who changed their life.
Proof of a living dream.
Comments
ScoZen | August 9, 2011 - 20:15
Lovely, all of this.
"...Close but not touching..."
That's the line for me.
Beeme | August 9, 2011 - 20:20
Thank you Scozen, I think thats my favourite line too. Really happy you enjoyed :)
Beeme xx
skinner_jennifer | August 9, 2011 - 21:27
This is wonderful Beeme,
I had this image of a lover scaling a wall to
their lovers room, lifting the window, climbing
in and with a jar, catching the breath of a loved
one, to keep on their bedside table.
Great read.
Jenny.
Beeme | August 9, 2011 - 21:33
Thank you so much Jenny! your images befit my poem perfectly. :-)
Thankyou for the cherry abctales.
Beeme xx
Cavalcaderl | August 9, 2011 - 22:09
new Beeme
Congats:
on the cherry!
Beautiful poem. Short quick,
lovely images and love in a nut -shell.
Hope your ok.
julie xx
EpheLuwe | August 10, 2011 - 06:40
I love this poem. Congratulations on the cherry
Good work with the imagery too :)
Overall, great piece.
Ephraim.
RachelPatricia | August 10, 2011 - 13:50
Stunning, Beeme - that opening stanza is a delight! Brilliant stuff, all three of your last poems have been more than worthy of the cherries they've picked up, really well done I've loved them all :)
Rachel xx
shoe | August 10, 2011 - 18:03
This is lovely and the end is perfect, well earned cherry!
seashore | August 11, 2011 - 15:45
You're getting better and better Beeme - well done.
Beeme | August 11, 2011 - 19:52
wow, thank you all so much for your wonderful comments! It means so much.
Beeme xx
Beeme | August 11, 2011 - 20:05
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