"tenent" poems
I would inscribe her image on the front of my heart,
were her irises, ink.
And though my hands have wept and bled.
Though my tongue has sworn and stabbed.
Though my heart has hunted and prayed.
Though my lips have lied and kissed.
I haven't the knowledge to capture her.
My masterpiece, a failed rendition of her countenance.
Put down your pen, poet.
No arrangement can rival the timelessness of her touch.
To try is folly.
Love simply.
Let my half of our kiss be the melody you harmonize to.
“Hold me tight.”
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 8:57 PM UTC
Like a harbour docked with ships ,
That Leave and arrive in the guidance of a light house, is my heart.
A shelter to the arriving and departing love.
Yes, but...non-guided.
Wrecked,Wretched and awful.
That once rented a gruesome space
to a soujourner.
A tenent unknown and untrustworthy.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC