I left a sonata
for you, pinned
to my door.
I let it flow
softly from the
words I kept
reserved and
quiet, and when
I drained my
entire body for
art, I let them
hang and I
kept them
reserved.
Now
when I'm lost
for the diamonds
of silence, when
night lifts
ghosts from the
floorboards and
ivy from my
storm torn
walls,
that paper
echoes, stains the
room with the only
words left worth
repeating-
and calm settles into
sleep.
Author notes
a week old or so, finally worth the time needed to post.
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I love the first stanza that hook my eyes on. This flow perfectly as entended. Ancellent rivision. Only a poet like you know what to say and how.
the ending was well done...I love this write that is why you are one of my favorite your style is excellent as shown. you make it short simple but also powerful and soft
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too many people are writing too little. or not writing at all. you should write some more. you've got talent.
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Oh my God, Jake.
This is real poetry. Raw, beautiful, sublime. You take my breath away.
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Thank you Jamie. You have a way of stealing mine too. How about this meeting? Two minds like ours under one roof...
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A roof wouldn't be able to contain us, Jake. Haven't you figured that out by now? :-P
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This summer cannot come soon enough Jamie. We will paint the town some color, not sure which one.
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Jake -
this is beautiful
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