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A poem about love with accountability.
Too much time on hand
With my head in the sand
I fidget with the task
Of doing something with myself
I wander into the hall
Where my soul lies trapped
Between a doorway and a wall
I press my palm to cold steel
I push on
I can feel
The hinges protest
With a squeak
Long and shrill
But to myself
The swinging door to my heart
Just a hair’s breadth
There’s nothing in there but us chickens
My eyes adjust to the darkness
Stacked neatly on a shelf
Once all shiny and new
I do a mental inventory
Of what I owe you
With a sigh
Stifled air fills my lungs
And through pursed lips
I exhale the barren air I took in
Across the surface
Of these items
And watch in amusement
As breath joins in dance with a sunbeam
That just snuck in somewhere
All golden against the darkness
And tiny unsettled particles
From dimming the beauty
Of what was once treasured
To come alight on a tailwind
Half forgotten intentions
Half remembered convictions
Now checked like an inventory
Of scorned goods that never sell
Visible to the naked eye
Straining hard to see the
And the miniscule
Seek and you will find
Proof for doubts
That play your mind
And that is where it pays
To be careful
Of what you wish for
But we all love a bargain, now, don’t we?
My Secret Obsession
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|Reviewed by Carina Ymbang
|You are interesting!|
|Reviewed by Michelle Mead
|i love this-and let me tell you how much i hate long poems. this one kept me reading because you waste no words in your lines and move towards a climax. people who love to write long poetry but don't do it as brilliantly as you do ought to read this as a lesson on how to write long poetry that isn't novel-esque, but poetic.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Your words reach in my soul and echo there, Blue. Love and best wishes respectfully,
|Reviewed by Blue Sleighty
I really have no idea what the hell you mean by that.
But, alas, I can't be credited for the extinction of the human race as I have given birth to a daughter who will likely bear me grandchildren.
And, if I were Shakespear, Dickinson or Byron- not only would I be dead- but I would be snapped up by some publisher and wouldn't get to enjoy the company of fine individuals like YOU who post their works on AD and work hard to become great at their craft.
I wish you love, happiness and great success in all of your endeavors.
|Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore
|Be careful indeed. The winds of memory often threaten peace...|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Blue this incredibly beautiful, real and tender.|
|Reviewed by J AG
|The lines in this work read like the unfolding of the day, visual excellence, substance within every image portrayed, writing of something that's been long over due - the rediscovery and love for your talent. How honored we are that you would share the way you have re-opened to door, allowing us back in and returning to what you were born to do - write. You never fail to please your readers, as you never fail to please me. Please do not keep us waiting this long ever again, although it certainly was worth the wait, as everything about you always always is.
|Reviewed by Valerie Roeske
|Love this, so much wrapped into the prose, great read, thanks for sharing, Valerie|
|Reviewed by Kerry Compton Star Girl
|I have been here as well.....looking back at what was once seen as pristine and beautiful and realizing that because we were so in love, we did not see the tarnish and disrepair. I have moved on to letting go....forgiveness...well that is another story....|
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
(Welcome Back!!-ok I just seen those other comments welcoming you back....nice to meet you :)
This Is A Very Moving Poetic Express Of Emotions! Emotions! Emotions!
Much Love & Happiness To You!!
Embraced ~ Embrassé
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Welcome back, love...and Tiffany Renaissance which I wrote for you and posted here on AD on June 21, 2006, as we have discussed many times, is a reminder to let you know how much I love you. And so, I give it to you in vow, for eternity...
stunning, opalescent blue
of a Tiffany work, the light
playing upon your piece,
illuminating you from the
soul, cause and wonder
for me to sit and think,
amber prismatic streaks through
your hair, angelic vision of art,
mystical fourth dimension,
life-size depiction of a church
window in medieval times, we
are joined by lead cames, or rods
soldered together as a vast
prayer in glass, the glorious
union of sunlight reflecting color,
your memory stays with me
on the door of the shower stall
influenced by your graceful lines
and today's wine you pour into
a crystal goblet etched with
flamingo feathers while we talk
about Louis Comfort Tiffany's
versatility and what drove him
to nature and expressing nature
in his glasswork achieving special
effects by working color and
texture and I too admire your
art nouveau style, stunning,
opalescent blue of a Tiffany work,
the light playing upon your piece,
cause and wonder
for me to sit and think
if you were cut to fit a pattern ...
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Oh, I've missed you - are you okay? This one is deeply moving - the price of love - it may very well cost you everything. But: it's a risk I'm willing to take. :) Very well penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *I second Fee's 'Welcome home'*
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|It is sooooo good to see your name back up on a title on the den again, and when you return you do it in style. This beauty softly tells a tale of love and parting and the cost of desire summed up quite well in the last line..."but we all love a bargain now, don't we" Welcome home Blue.