Come, my darling,
sit close and time will
whisper things to you
no man can ever hear;
as grains of sand,
I'll pour affliction
through your hands
and you will feel my fear.
With quivering lips,
I'll show how once
the air I breathed electrified
and I was made afraid;
now, lean close,
my darling, that this
expellate jolt may find
a blotted sound's escape.
This is beautiful elp, and very well crafted. love the line
I'll pour affliction
through your hands
and you will feel my fear.
Fab
elPintor
Sat 3rd Dec 2016 02:54
Thanks so much, to all, for your response. I'm often outside of my comfort zone, here. Though, I've found that my reticence is rarely justified..you're all blessed to have created such a very welcoming atmosphere.
elP (Rachel--but don't tell anyone)
Still an air of mystery, but oh so close that you can touch the indefinable that is your privilege, and becomes transmuted into feelings and fascination. Beautifully simple.
A great confluence of lines elP
Ray
a lovely poem and i can only concur with what has been wrote, you retain the quality of words and the ethereal nature of your work but with this you have brought the interstellar satellite down to earth and found beauty in the every day instead of cold, metal galaxies.
<Deleted User> (13762)
Fri 2nd Dec 2016 08:28
lovely elP - feels like you have stepped sideways out of your comfort zone a little with this one - maybe.
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elPintor
Mon 5th Dec 2016 01:11
So kind, dear Martin. I'm puzzled by expression, at times. I would wish that the mode would stay constant in its form, yet, I cannot force it so.
Thank you, kindly.
elP