- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Seeds of doubt
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Words sometimes skip like stones
across the surface of a limpid lake.
Each kiss makes rippling waves,
peaks and valleys that reverberate.
Or they can surf like a leaf
fallen from a weeping willow,
connecting all points
between here and there.
They may whisper like feathers
across skin warmed by an evening fire,
or a glass of brandy's liquid heat.
Convey love,
banish doubt and fear.
Those words warm me
from the inside out
and outside in.
But when contempt scorches all in its path,
cuts swaths into the ice,
carves an abyss between you and I,
Do I distrust the words and the love they bring?
If I forgive you and you forgive me,
is that bridge enough to walk across
the fallow field, plowed under,
burned in the winter,
awaiting seeds of love in spring?
- COMMENTS
HoneyAdoredalmost 9 years ago...strangely I have a write in the making, of the same title, great minds think alike ;-)
Anonymousalmost 9 years agoI don't know why, but this poem brought a deep sadness to my heart. The fallow field, plowed under, burned in the winter...
I felt lonely, like the field, and wanting the seed to spring up within me again.
Thank you for a lovely poem.
Anonymousabout 9 years ago'connecting all points between here and there' - beautifully put x
