With all the desperation of my love for you,
I want to write your love into a poem.
Long one, short one, formal or free
any will do for me, and yet
the words that gush through my veins,
clot at the tip of my pen.
How do I translate your brown eyes,
the way they center me, startle me, sing to my soul
into this bare verse?
How do I press your ties
into the pages of my soul,
and not lose their boy-ish scent?
How do I wrap up your voice,
fold the old words, fresh on your tongue,
into a pretty parcel tied with string?
I want to save, savor every note that you impress
into my rushing chest,
but you've composed too many bars of memory
for it to harmonize, into more than just sighs.
I'm not surprised that I can't squeeze you down
to poems, verses, lines...
Instead I wonder how my fingers grasp
at any of you,at all.
I really love this poem. It was risky writing a love poem but I think you pulled it off. You avoided the cliches and created poetic cheesiness. This poem is very beautiful. I love phrase "words that gush through my veins, clot at the tip of my pen." There are actually many phrases that I love from this poem. In the second to last stanzas, first line, I think it is unnecessary to say "save" and "savor." Overall, great job!
ReplyDeleteThis was such a beautiful, charming read! Props on writing such beautiful poem on such a typical topic. You were able to capture the frustration about not being able to capture emotions through words, but ironically, managed to capture those emotions at the same time. Your word choices also managed to evade abstractions and this was such a beautiful read. I just want to keep reading it over and over again.
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