I don't fall in love easily
but the heart has a will of its own,
it's a wind-borne feather
that floats soft to become a sign.
Discovery comes in a shade of blue;
in lights, in lyrics, or painted on a freight train,
as the feel of a prophesy come true, and once:
the cover of a book.
A woman, a poet long ago,
camera caught a piercing beauty
that held me soft in a redolent hue,
but rising from a depth as if
having seen the colors in my thoughts.
I stared at her eyes, this ghost
upon a dust cover,
and began to sense
something of her heart;
some things she wished to give.
I saw a watery wish to enfold me
like a lover; in arms, naked in bed
within the talk after making love,
navel-lint intimacy
when feelings are closed within a shell.
In the midst of this blue echo of time,
she would ask: do you still love me?
Before I would stammer reply,
she'd hush my lips... and say:
do you still want me?
There in my heart would be such a rush
pumping and pushing, in my chest
a feeling to burst, in my true heart-
tender core, where I'd look when frightened,
search to find me; there in a song, slow like indigo.
There was love, an old but discovered feeling
for someone I'd never met,
never seen;
but somehow had always touched.
A sign in such a familiar sense,
a feather fallen from a bittersweet sky.
A contest entry
- Poems of the Heart Contest by bachelorette.
700 points, ended March 25, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - FAVORITES ONLY by Melissa Gayle.
1750 points, ended June 8, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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i can't begin to express how beautiful and amazing this poem is...i love the inclusion of the feather at the end. oh, and the belly button lint close. this is one of your best. congrats on the gold, this is excellent...i love it.
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Yes, 'skid, well composed.
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lines 2, 9, 15, 17, 21, 26, 35: need commas (or something to separate clauses)
I love this. It's very rare that a poem actually makes me feel something, but even after the first read (a few days ago), I did. Usually, I just need some time to reflect, but with this piece it was instant. And it's beautiful without being mushy or too sweet.
Also, there are the wonderful, meaty images. Especially "navel-lint intimacy" which is just so memorable that every time I even think of Anne, I'll be thinking of navel-lint. I really love the eighth stanza. The eighth stanza could be an entire poem in itself and I would love it. "Slow like indigo"---thank you.
And I adore how the last two lines refer back to the first stanza, giving the piece a cyclic feel. Or maybe like waking from a dream to pick up where you left off. Some of Anne's poetry seems like that---when you reach the end, it feels like a dream. "The Starry Night" comes to mind.
Thank you so much for this gem.
-K
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Thank you so much for the edits, and your wonderful comments, so very much appreciated; I have made some of the edits[actually i tried to do them all...] and I am so pleased you enjoyed the poem. Anne Sexton is one of my favorite writers,I wrote a series called Mercy Street after reading some of her work; so i'm glad for the chance to reflect on her again ...thanks for all...PK
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'navel-lint intimacy'...can't get more intimacy than that!
This is one of the most beautiful love poems I've ever read. Hard to pick a favourite line, for the whole poem is absolutely wonderful!
Excellent work you have here
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thank you so much...h
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Anne would've loved to thought of in this light.
Wonderfully done PK.
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Delicious!
This sumptuous delight was well received. I have read much of A. Sexton's works and marvelled in her passion. It's good to see I wasn't alone. Peace.
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Wow, if I just said that this was a love poem it would be enough but it's an extraordinary love poem that says so much more than just 'i love you'..it's breathtakingly beautiful C
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