Sunday, January 3, 2010

Camilla is looking for them...

My Missing Love Poems

Where would you go
if you were poetry?

I've looked high
and low
for you.

Maybe I pressed you
like petals inside a book?

Come on! I've looked everywhere

like, you know,

Old Mother Hubbard,
(remember her?)

but my spirit's still

Oh words on a page--reveal yourself!

I wrote them first in joy,
then anger,
then despair,
until they exploded
and disappeared
taking us, breathless

and speechless

into that terrible realm

where touch and memory meet,

where I’m alone

face-down in silence

and gasping for air.

Kay Weeks 1/3/10


Anonymous said...

I started to respond to this poem before I left for Houston but my computer was not cooperating. In my eyes this is one of your best. I have read it aloud a number of times and it is beautifully crafted. It to me is a poem about our lifelong battle with time. As it slips away we are frustrated with projects and relationships that begin with promise and end in despair. As we grow older new beginnings are more elusive.

Anonymous said...

Love it. First read I transposed a lover over the object of the poem and second read I realized it was poems you were talking about. Works both ways and now I see it as both. Beautiful.

Anonymous said...

I hope you find what you are looking for!

Anonymous said...

that is a wonderful poem! glad you got acknowledgment from other poets!

Anonymous said...

your poem's so thought-provoking. i think i've been in that place.

Anonymous said...

Very well written, flows smoothly through out the piece, I love the idea! Very unique - I like it very much !

Denee Barr Art News and More said...

These poems intrigue me...
Makes me
Want to Linger

Coastcard said...

A wonderful and intriguing poem, quite beautiful, especially since it engages with the reader's dual landscape of mind and vision.

Camilla, you look so-o-o-o-o comfortable, too!