Lie with poetry

If I could lie with poetry as if beside a lover,

Rhymes like arms to hold me, laden pages as a cover

between me and my reality, the truth I try to hide,

Too feeble for the malice of the world that waits outside.

 

If I could lie with poetry as if upon a lover,

Minds meeting as hearts beat to find the rhythm of the other,

Words caressing skin, or tasting sweet on lips so red,

A burdened love beginning in the world inside my head.

 

If I could lie with poetry as if with one I love,

I’d wish the ecstasy of text to lift me far above

this earthly realm so ponderous, that feeds, each passing day

the curséd monster in us that scares poetry away.

 

But poetry’s the razorblade that’s creeping near a vein,

As if to block out real grief by seeking abstract pain,

As if my blackened thoughts could ever leak in blood so red,

As if the need to bleed could free the poet in my head.

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Phil Kay

Tue 2nd Apr 2019 15:31

There is such passion in this piece Becky. It shows so strongly the love of your craft even allowing its pass to creep towards implied self harm is masterful.

Rarely do we see this quality on here a well deserved POTW in my humblest of opinions.
Best POTW in a while.

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Becky Who

Mon 1st Apr 2019 20:11

Thanks Mae! That's very kind of you.

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Mae Foreman

Mon 1st Apr 2019 10:00

Wow! Excellent Becky! Congratulations! Very well deserved!🎈
Mae

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Becky Who

Mon 25th Mar 2019 20:03

Thanks Brian! I've been seeking to refine my style and technique a little. We'll see where it leads.

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Brian Maryon

Mon 25th Mar 2019 11:24

Becky- you have spent your time away wisely to judge from this excellent piece!

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