Poet’s Love Song #romantictuesday

I have been thinking about the many way poets express love through words, how often we give our words to others like gifts and how rarely people speak words of love to us in our native tongue.  This is love poem to all the beautiful, brilliant poets who I am privileged to know.  I see you and you are beautiful.


I see you

Yes, you poet

You who lives

Behind the misty veil

Dwelling in the border

Between this world

And a hundred other

Shadow worlds

 

I see you

 

I see those ink-stained

Fingers

That hold your pen

Like a lover

That fly across the keyboard

In a torrent

Before stopping, hesitating

Waiting

For the flow of words to resume

 

I see the permanent rings

Countless cups of coffee

Have left on your writing table

The chip in your favorite mug

I see the frayed fabric

On your cuffs

Of your favorite writing shirt

The fabric worn thin at your elbows

 

I see those mesmerizing eyes

That seem to simultaneously

Be looking through me

Straight into my soul

While studying the cosmos

And gazing inward

All at the same time

I see the contradictions you are

Your eyes are haunting

Full of knowing

Full of pain

Full of longing

 

I see the dark smudges

Under your otherworldly eyes

Reminders that poets

Are night dwellers

Insomnics

Who haunt the still hours

Who understand the depth

The texture of darkness

Who can capture the qualities

The acoustics of silence

 

I see the way

That words spill out of

Your sensuous mouth

Like pearls, like diamonds

Beautiful treasures

Embedded with your tears

Your sweat, your blood

 

Yes poet

I see you

You who makes me fall

In love with language

Over and over

Whose words

Stab me in the heart

Punch me in the gut

Jangle my nerves

Bathe me in your radiance

Soothe my weary soul

Take me on a journey

I didn’t even know

I wanted to go on

 

And you are beautiful

 

84 thoughts on “Poet’s Love Song #romantictuesday

      1. Thank you Vanessa! I CERTAINLY think you are worthy but understand those feelings all too well. Some days I am still shocked that I am allowed to write for Sudden Denouement and then Olde Punk knocks me upside the head (in a loving way of course!)

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    1. Thank you Vidur! I have been thinking for several days about how most poets do not get spoken to in our “love” language of words and how much we long to be seen and touched in this way. I woke up at 3:30 this morning with this coming together in my head. It is an honor to share it with all of you.

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  1. A senryu comment:

    i see you too
    your words exposed your soul
    overflowing

    you took me gently
    down paths I have walked in awe
    look Burns Keats Wadsworth

    its been a pleasure
    an inspirational journey
    treasured moments

    A little bit of me exposed too. Best wishes,

    Mick

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    1. Thank you so much! I have been very blessed on WordPress to meet other writers and poets who see the atoms and hear into the silence and who know what it is like to cry over a keyboard or to enter a writing trance in the middle of the night. It has been revelatory to meet my tribe here. This love note was the least I could do.

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