...Lonely
You are ever near
My Love
I see you
Almost there -
You have just left
Every room
As I enter
The sound of your voice
Is just -
Out of range.
I feel your Presence
And turn
To talk with you
And you are
gone -
Just this moment -
gone.
Ah my Love!
Why are you so close?
When you are so far -
away?
This love, when we parted
'Twas said
would change.
And change it has
For it has gone
gone
gone -
Gone into the marrow of my bones
And the depths of my heart.
I love your line breaks and how you use distance to emphasize the meaning of the words. Such a lonely poem, it made me sad for you.
ReplyDeleteWow, Kevin, you've left me speechless yet again with your amazing poetry! (good thing I have to type my comment, huh?)
ReplyDeleteLove this poem, and I could feel that loneliness, the sadness of that moment, that change, that someone being gone.
This is beautiful, Kevin! It's sad, the finality weights the words, and there's a hope lingering against all odds. Simply awesome.
ReplyDeleteAngela: Thank you for your kind thoughts on my poem - given your abilities in this area, I am very pleased you like it. Yes, the "shape" of the poem is as much a part of it as the words.
ReplyDeleteEstrella: Agreed! Glad you're typing. :D And very glad you like the poem.
Laura: Sad? Yes, I'm afraid my Celtic Melancholy is front and center in this one. Even worse, I've just spotted a word I might change. *Sheesh* - it's never, ever, done, is it?
wOW... That's really gone and in such a beautiful way. So bittersweet.
ReplyDeleteManzanita
Wanna buy a duck
wow... ouch... brilliant
ReplyDelete~2
Manzanita: Glad it packs such a punch. Thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDelete~2: "Ouch", indeed. Ain't love grand? :-)