2.17.2019

Hiding Places


My love hides
in pillows under my eyes
under my pillow
or under my bed
or mixed with dirt
in the bed along the back steps
under wet leaves all winter long
so fragrant when dug in spring
reminiscent of the way your eyes
smell when your hair hangs down
my head on your pillow
my love hidden
under the covers
unrelentingly beautiful
until you tie it back
almost too much
to bear


For Magaly in the Imaginary Garden: STRANGE NEWS

12 comments:

  1. Sometimes we are overwhelmed. This is beautiful, Marian.

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  2. "....unrelentingly beautiful....almost too much to bear." I feel that, so often, more and more as I get older.

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  3. I love how you've written this as one thought that leads to another, one word that delves into another meaning.
    "until you tie it back
    almost too much
    to bear" Perfect ending.

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  5. A nice one-sentence poem, Marian. I like the hair hanging and all that happens while it does. Like the David of David and the giant only not strength bur rather cuddling affection instead?
    ..

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  6. A love-scented poem, letting itself be sniffed by all who want, sharing the terrible feeling that is to be kept (even for a moment) from the delight of just loving. This is yummy.

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  7. This is my new favorite from you, Marian!❤️ I love the emotions that this poem evokes especially; "so fragrant when dug in spring reminiscent of the way your eyes smell when your hair hangs down." Wow!❤️

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  8. I love the way you brought the scents down to the soil... and how you find it everywhere (especially in bed)

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  9. I love all these scents from the intimacy of the pillow and hair hanging down the eyes to the earthiness of wet leaves. One can indeed smell beauty in these words. 😄

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