to the grindstone
head
in the clouds
no one ever knows
what i think out loud
whisper
that you love me
ask
for my embrace
you never knew
what i hid behind lace
up
with the people
down
with the ship
no one ever hears
what comes from
these lips
nor do they care
(lean)
"Loose lips sink ships" is interesting as metaphor, in this poem - and effectively tats the lace from what is unknown. Or do I mean unheard? Unsaid? I am unsure, but respond:
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thank you....i smile at hearing this song. i think it would help her to hear it.... this is one of those stream of consciousness saturday prompts. i used to be able to let go...now everything's a pattern. i hope it stops soon .....
Delete"Christ! What are patterns for?"
ReplyDeletefrom "Patterns" by Amy Lowell - I believe the lady of that poem expressed the same feelings.
oh, how sadly beautiful.... i like the form of the words on the screen, and want to read it over and over to really live its message. thank you!
DeleteOne of my very favorite poems - her "one hit wonder" - IMO; but what a timeless smash. She managed the imagery so well, I see the words as a short video.
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