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lifted
from my self imposed mire
she slips scaffold words
under my sunken heart
from afar
wrenching me up
through the blues
to the clearest white.
she wipes
the sighs on my eyes
clean
with laughing tears
hooks up my frown
to a smile
turns me around
then pretends
she’s not special at all.
deflated
she places
in her beautiful stream
my weariness drifts
cold currents
embrace
mine and her touch
she lifts me up
with the fingers and lips of a Queen.
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This is be-a-utiful, sir. Loads of colorful verbs and animation in every line. I like the short lines as they help express the emotion of the narrator. The title of the poem fits well since some of the images are somewhat abstract in my opinion.
This is a wonderful piece full of intimacy and the deepest of feelings for another. You create a beautiful picture here with the lines flowing into one another. It's as though she can pick you up effortlessly because she knows you so well. Love and beauty, what a great poem!
I love the imagery and pace and really...this is just beautiful. Favorite part: She places/in her beautiful sream/my weariness drifts/cold current/embrace.
