After reading this poem by Antonia at Reluctant Painter, I wrote this:
the throat has no subtle strangulation
when met by rhythms such as those
beating hearts that slip off
the page into my porcelain soul
i take my leave
midst the course palpitations,
check my vigil at the door
and wisp myself away
on the words you leave me with
while going about your day
unconcerned with my fate,
my formidable challenge
My forehead
moves to frowining aggravation
to think that someone might have been
sending words that have no thought
no moment’s tender taking
to spare for a kind one,
a strong and gentle man
for Garnet
from
Liz
Very nice. I just love different styles of poetry.
Best wishes to you and yours.
Liz- thank you for the gift poem. very sweet.
The pain of my little ditty is a poignant, almost sweet wound inflicted by beauty, the beauty I felt when reading Antonia’s poem Kundalini. I wrote the first part as a comment, to convey how choked up I felt after reading it.
Shyloh-Thank you. I liked your site. Please come visit again.
Garnet, what to say, such a beautiful poem.
Now, I am the one who is choked up.
I’m speechless… (Sigh)
You’re an amazing poet, Garnet…
Antonia, I’m so honored to have you visit and leave a note! Really, that means a lot to me.
To both Antonia and Yemanja, it’s comments like yours which justify the effort. Thank you. G
hauntingly beautiful…
Simply amazing. I truly enjoyed your poem.