Those who hold that special position are divine.
They gesticulate our destiny,
They argue our "knows",
They punctuate our thoughts.
He who stands before me is a Deity.
He clarifies my bumblings,
He articulates my mumblings,
He taught me my song.
His eyes are pools of dearest depth.
His lips can subdue my tantrums.
His breath is there for me to live by.
His finger bears a band.
This band is pain to MY eyes.
This band bars speech from MY lips.
This band stops MY breath.
His finger bears a band.
The instructor of my love keeps me in a golden cage.
His wife keeps me under her eyes.
His band keeps my lungs constricted.
His band keeps me from learning to live.
Author notes
Option #4 - I read the rules
I have a bad habbit of falling in love with my teachers...oops
A contest entry
- 1 word 1 meaning......Passion by shattered logic.
400 points, ended February 4, 2007, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Nice write very emotionally descriptive, interesting choice on the topic. This is a very nice piece of writing, the concept of the band was executed perfectly. Good job and good luck!!!
-
hmm...bad luck that you fell for a married man, but I think you captured that very well, the opelessness of it.
-
AWESOME
Great concept you have used here. I love the idea of a wedding band haunting you when you are attracted to that person who adorns it. I really, really love what you have penned here! sweet
POETDONTKNOWIT
Adding your comment:
