I tried so hard to see your hidden heart,
and what I meant to you.
I gnashed the surface - stroked your spine,
and lavished by your side.
Too soon this moved to stalemate,
and with the non-existent patience,
that you always knew I had,
I read too far into the mist,
and began creating my own lies.
You began to grow dull...so,
I held a crooked twig up to your glossy heart,
and focused on a line in the shadow that it made.
My eyes stayed fixed upon the stick,
-never moved an inch apart,
and it was only then I saw for truth,
- what you mean to me -
and that is love and understanding.
For those curious passions of heart
can only be seen out of focus.
In a list
A contest entry
- WHAT DO YOU SEE? [2] by skylark anointed.
800 points, ended August 6, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Vivid language!
A few well placed words with an edge made this poem pop for me. Particularly:
I gnashed the surface - stroked your spine
For my tastes, I feel that this poem could be edited a bit - it's verbosity is weighing it down.
Still, I really like that you're thinking outside the box...
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