I cannot call you mine;
let me call you to the line
break -
I miss you.
I miss you like a misplaced heart.
Like I'm an incomplete constellation
and the starless space of you is a scar.
I miss you some other, better metaphor.
Every syllable of me is stressed.
My symbolism undressed.
All I have left
is naked longing.
Sonnets written for you.
Bitten from the neck for you.
Nocturnes, aubades,
couplets coupling in between.
And
this - this flawed
flowless piece of free verse
written by a poet
anything but free.
For Kerry's prompt at Real Toads
15 comments:
Love it.. the metaphors and the anything but free...
I love it too.. full of irony and self-reflection, yes, but beautiful in conveying the longing, the connection.. the thing we try to put into words.
Nice, luv the Line breaks image; much though and stumbling happens there
much love...
This is amazing.
Wow, I love it. I think you totally aced it. Most of all I love the sonnets 'Bitten from the neck'.
Sonnets written for you.
Bitten from the neck for you.
Nocturnes, aubades,
couplets coupling in between.
Gorgeous!!❤️
Well expressed moment. When we miss someone, we come undone and our heart flows.
Oh, wow. After reading this, how can i even try? You are brilliant, kiddo. This is too good.
and you wondered if you even hit the mark?? you're the best
I don't even have a favorite line - they are all perfect.
I read your comment at The Garden and, are you insane?! I mean, I've never tried this genre/form before, but goodness gracious, my heart is certain that this is what is supposed to be. A line-break never showed this much, a metaphor never wished to be something else this badly... Your poem is alive, bleeding, missing its subject, so real.
Damn, this is crazy good. I guess I missed it somehow.
The line break part is my favorite.
This is exquisite. Love everything about it.
You are the reason I love visiting this site. You and most of all in this site are so scarred and talented. It sates my soul.
gracias!
Very clever piece or writing................
Every syllable of me is stressed.
My symbolism undressed.
All I have left
is naked longing.......most enjoyable
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