I know it’s dark
Not quite what you expected
But it’s beautiful
No?
Yes, he breathed
in my ear, soft
and slow
It is
beautiful
I let the trace
of a smile tease
my lips, tease him
too.
You see it?
He nodded, enchanted.
A world away, on the
other side of
the black and
white
page
In a quiet room, roaring with
the music of staccato
words. He was
reading
My book
My heart
My soul
And he swore that
it was
his. I let the
trace of a smile tease
his lips
Black and white, wrong
and right, day and
night
Dark and light
On the other side
Of the black and
White
Page
7 comments:
This is wonderful! I love the rhyme at the end.
Thanks, Mark! As the reigning king of poetry, your compliment means a lot!
: )
And I like the rhythms throughout. Unexpected.
Bold too, which is refreshing.
Thank you so much, L.L.!
Wow, props from two poetry greats. I'm blushing.
Seriously, L.L., I really appreciate your comments. Your poetry glistens.
Blessings,
Merrie
Hi! I came over through barkat and then through random acts of poetry.
My book
My heart
My soul
picked up a lovely pace that spilled me into the final page. Great movement!
Sojouner,
Thank you so much for stopping by and for your wonderful comment.
Yes, I was trying to show how writing can captivate a reader, and almost enchant them. So the fact that the poem changes toward the end was supposed to communicate that by that time the reader was hooked, and there was no turning back.
Random Acts of Poetry.
Perhaps we should all write another poem.
: )
Merrie, you are funny.
And this is funny too. I loved your poem, but I wasn't quite getting what it was about. When Mark explained it over at RAP I thought... of course!
How silly of me not to see it. I was just lost in the words. Liking them. Letting them roll over me.
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