Poems are more about sensation and emotion than they are about rhythm and rhyme.
Poems says much more than the sum of their words. They’re like a message in a bottle, thrown into a hostile sea, to be found and interpreted by someone whose attention we may only hold for the time taken to read our desperate plea. If we don’t grasp and hold their heart, how likely are they to set up a search and rescue operation on our behalf?
Perhaps the essence of a poem might be that it is a plea for understanding?
With that in mind, here are a couple of mine. Others are scattered throughout the blog, under the category, “Poetry“.
~ Carbon Copy ~
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Were I to dust you down with soot,
then lay you on a sheet,
that is a sheet I’d surely,
forever,
keep.
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~ A plea ~
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With you,
I’d like to walk barefoot in the sand,
the only touch,
our hands.
I’d be tempted to run you into the sea,
and there,
upon one knee,
an eternal pledge,
I’d plea.
We’d let the waves be our witness,
the only tears shed,
the rain,
as a loving sky enfolds us,
our souls unite
to once more
become
one,
again.
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