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Click hereShe's stubborn he says,
not knowing what else
to say to kindly clarify
our truths. I say it doesn't
matter. Our reality lives
in spoken words, in flesh,
corporeal not contemplated
but consumed privately,
consummated with no one
needed to share the ways
this falling awakened
like a poem oft read
and slowly understood
that ours was not
a blind leap over the ledge
of reason where fingers slip
from dreams that will not be,
but built with waking days
of trust and deed and sighing
nights that mouthed
no one else need know
the breadth and depth
of hearts--
how grand they are
and how close
the space we've made
for two.
every time it got more nice!
I loved the distinction drawn between corporeal truth and speculation; a womnderful poem.
Fly
I most definitely enjoyed reading this. I just felt the lines were a bit uneven, which caused the flow to be a little rocky in places. I hope you appreciated the honesty as much as I enjoyed your poem.
worked nicely in some areas, but seemed to slip too much into prose in a few areas. It recovered nicely though and flowed smoothly to a wonderful completion. I love:
"...and how close
the space we've made
for two."
Nicely done,
jim : )
uneven
these lines do not fit well with the flow of the others.
"corporeal not contemplated
but consumed privately,
consummated with no one"
cliche
"the breadth and depth
of hearts--"