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
bone-bare.
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
8 comments:
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.
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.
I hope you find what you are looking for!
that is a wonderful poem! glad you got acknowledgment from other poets!
your poem's so thought-provoking. i think i've been in that place.
Very well written, flows smoothly through out the piece, I love the idea! Very unique - I like it very much !
These poems intrigue me...
Makes me
Want to Linger
Longer
Hold!
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!
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