The words and I

Her heartbeat is a metaphor, a late
Bloom of red flowers that refuse to fade.
My darling turns to poetry at night.
– Anthony Lawrence

The words and I

Starry eye’d lovers aligned

In the endless craving of catharsis

We coalesced in the suddenness 

Of our belonging, justified

The words and I

Swarmed by velvet butterflies

Paralyzed, we gazed for ages

With pupils devouring the hours

Our sense of time, nullified

The words and I

It was a love that could not be rivaled

It was alpha and omega, hypnotized

We kissed and our lips solidified

Forming incendiary infinity signs

The words and I

In absence, inconsolably unsatisfied

Failure to thrive when not unified

We basked in the metaphorical eternities

That we, as one, conceptualized

The words and I

a. duncan, 2019

 


Featured artwork:
‘Ex Libris’, a sculpture by Michael Parkes


 

“You bury me slowly, you bury me slowly
Take what you can
Give what you don’t need
Still I’ll let it be known in every parish
You are loved, you are loved
You are loved, you are loved”
– ‘When’, Susanne Sundfør

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

17 thoughts on “The words and I

  1. These words and you…
    You sway your hips in subtle sips of rhymes you do
    Enhance a languid dance with graceful moves and hues
    A velvet view,
    These words and you ….

    Apologies for the quick and terrible rhymes, but what you did in this poem was nothing short of masterful, seriously!!!! The whole thing, form, content, rhyme – a masterpiece my dear. I’m gobsmacked.

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    1. Oh…. I have no words for this. I’m beyond honored. You are, quite frankly, my favorite poet on wordpress and this comment with it’s beautiful prose makes me giddy. I want to shrink you and place you in a glass jewelry box for safe keeping!!! ❤

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      1. Go ahead, shrink me. I’ll even dance in circles to tinkling music when you open the lid 😂.
        In all seriousness, you must know the feeling is mutual. You are so talented, and put my humble poetry to shame!
        ❤️

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      2. Okay let’s take turns!! Monday’s and Wednesday’s you get to be my jewelry box ballerina and then Tuesday’s and Friday’s I’ll be yours. I want my box lined in crushed velvet and my tune to be Greensleeves! Hahaha. And yes, I adore that the feeling is mutual!! But never again say I put your work to shame. You are incredible.

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    1. Purrrrrr! Thank you, Mathew. That’s just my sexy character voice… not.. at all how I.. sound in real life… nope…. 😉

      But seriously with this piece I couldn’t have recited any other way. As writers our truest love (and hate) are those words.

      I’m very flattered, thank you. 🗝

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      1. Oooo! I was bestowed with the honor of poetically narrating your meal preparation!? That’s actually so lovely. No worries. Can’t wait to read your newest post, I tried to comment on the piece you did about pain and how it ripples through familial ties / generations. It is simply brilliant and made my heart ache. You made so many poignant points. But for some stupid reason WordPress said I was a stranger and told me to scam so I intend to try again later. 🙂

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      2. I literally almost typed something about how I hoped it made the food extra ‘spicy’ and then thought, somberly, April that would be so random and inappropriate to say… so the fact you actually said something nearly identically cheesy followed by the self loathing thing has me cackling like a witch on a full moon!!! Get out of my head HAHAHAHA

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