Intervals

by Poet on the Piano   Aug 20, 2012


If language were a code for war
we'd be verdicts of an indigo sky
turning into your ruby lungs-
blood entwining through our throats,
we'd have no way to stop the motion
from assuming battlefields...

these three thousand words you
sleep with are not Shakespeare's Globe.
You can't walk right inside of me nor
perch waiting for these elements to take
rhyme and "thou" and make it a sight
to attract.

Hasn't my asthmatic heart spent enough
pennies wishing you were easier to be
next to- something like being whispered
onto your honeyed leaves and not
crawling under change?
(You have never persevered without my
heavy-set heart)

I'm late for you October, I am two hours
past loving you and one month from
needing a wooden bench to tier history upon.
You may stand in apple green fields all
you desire, but I am already miles away,
forming my own cure to what winter will
speak of through the crux of London
and the need for

distance.

* Written for club challenge on August 17, 2012.

    report violation
2


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 12 years ago

    by Sunshine

    This is a wonderful piece, simply perfect. A neat work!

    I love many facts about this piece, and I said facts because there are some undeniable points regarding your poem, of which opinion cannot change.

    Examples ? okay,

    the coherence of this piece is a fact, the well structured stanzas and the flowing inner rhyme. Meaning wise, whether the metaphors are to be liked or not, your play with words and them, was just perfect, you used words that were related to each other to either contradict each other or complete each other, like October, the green apples, winter, distance and desire, then miles and month.

    You used modifiers of time, of place, you gave a beautiful back ground to support your opening stanza, and then ended it was one of my favorite words.

    Here comes the opinion part, which others do have the permisssion to disagree with me on,

    the poem was heartfelt and sad, there was this tone that's LONGING, a tone that's BLAMING, slight shades of ANGER, and many bites of SADDNESS. There was this ummm...you will not understand how I'm feeling tone as well, esp that you started it talking about language and codes, as if deep inside you are assuming that you are FED UP.

    anyway, this is beautiful work, I am nominating. Well done

    yes and this was my favorite part:

    wishing you were easier to be
    next to- something like being whispered
    onto your honeyed leaves and not
    crawling under change?

    ---
    ofcourse along with the way you ended it.
    Hats off.

More Poems By Poet on the Piano