Apr 2016
When I tell you
when I say what
I’ve been meaning to say
your hands are heavy
with cold
words sharp
pellucid as ice
melted in seconds
as if never said
our bodies
frozen as snowmen
cheeks
slapped vermilion
you tell me no
it’s impossible
and I don’t
but I do
and I’ve noticed
the crinkles around
your lips when you smile
the way you comb your hair
put on your socks
but the silence that follows
is like a muffled black hurt
in my chest
our eyes
never meet
when I say what
I’ve been meaning to say
your hands are heavy
with cold
words sharp
pellucid as ice
melted in seconds
as if never said
our bodies
frozen as snowmen
cheeks
slapped vermilion
you tell me no
it’s impossible
and I don’t
but I do
and I’ve noticed
the crinkles around
your lips when you smile
the way you comb your hair
put on your socks
but the silence that follows
is like a muffled black hurt
in my chest
our eyes
never meet
Written: April 2016.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. 'Sognsvann' is a lake, just north of Oslo, in Norway. However, the poem is set at the train station of the same name, after it briefly appeared in an old YouTube video I watched recently. All feedback welcome.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. 'Sognsvann' is a lake, just north of Oslo, in Norway. However, the poem is set at the train station of the same name, after it briefly appeared in an old YouTube video I watched recently. All feedback welcome.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
