Contemplation.
Putting my hands to work
As the clock keeps ticking on the wall above
Water glistens and sunlight pours
trapped behind doors
locked up by mountains
They look at me backwards
hands on possessions
living in fear of a future transgression
I see you mountains,
think you so tall
think you so stone, and jag, and ardent
I make your water crash
I make your sunlight beam
and burn and whirl
They look at me backwards
hands on possessions
living in fear of a future transgression
The tighter your grip
the more it slips through
The tighter your fist
the darker its heart
you think stone and you breathe heavy
as I bask and quench
They look at me backwards
hands on possessions
living in fear and doubt and stone
Author notes
Written last spring. I was very tired. This is all about people.
Partners can be jealous, possessive and stifling.
People can be cold and immovable.
I can be egotistical.
If you try to hold on too tightly to something it can facilitate its loss.
Something a little different from me.
Let me know if you like or not.
Please tell me what you think
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This is very true, and I think the more insecure we feel about a relationship, or any other matter, the more we try to hold it in our hands, and often we end by suffocating whatever we have in hands.
I like the way you repeated that short stanza, worked very well.
Sorry I didn't comment before, somehow there are too many posts (new) on favourite list and some don't show there.
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Thanks mari, you've completely understood this one which is great! It is all about losing things by trying too hard to hold on to them. You have to let things breathe. Thanks for the support as always!
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Your author comments enriched the poetic experience (I can be a bit slow yes.. 
) Too honest a piece on facts about the human psyche seen in a harsh judgemental light perhaps.. If this is the first time you write in this manner and on this subject.... Pls write more often!
Thank you.. looking forward to read more like these.. And thank you for your wonderful comment on splinters
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