take care
not to
explode everything
if you are
petrified
i will feel
compelled
to bubble you up
so you
can reach
the brass ring
glistening
jewels in your eyes
so brilliant
and furied
you cannot see
what is right in front of you.
5.08.2011
bauble bubble
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such a wonderful poem to arrive to after a long absence.
ReplyDeletelove to you, my dear!
well, aren't you lovely, love? miss you!
ReplyDeleteElevating and powerful.
ReplyDeletelifting, floating!
ReplyDeletenice...dazzled by the brass ring that you can not see what stands in front of you...for me this speaks of one so enamored with a dream they fail to the see the precious reality right in front of them...nice one shot
ReplyDeleteIs it cheap or a cop-out to say I love this poem, and I have no idea why?
ReplyDeletethanks, friends. i don't think it's cheap. even if it is, i'm flattered :)
ReplyDeleteodd this one, i keep looking at it too, and i'm the one who wrote it.
Sometimes it's hard to see what's in front of us.....
ReplyDeleteThat brass ring instantly reminds of a gymnast reaching for a piece of equipment which he imbues with skilful manouevres! Love this!
ReplyDeletegymnast? dig it, thanks!
ReplyDeleteTo me, this is the kind of poem that writes itself.. the subconscious decides it has something to say and the words arrange themselves.
ReplyDeleteThis speaks to me of failed relationship, or loss of communication, and one person's desperate attempt to regain what was lost.
aw, maybe.
ReplyDeletethanks for being so thoughtful, kerry.