He held her like a poem,
a breath of words,
a body of thoughts,
sentiments expressed in subtle metaphors,
that drove his heart to beat faster ;
never to feel a warmth of hand,
a breast;
imagined,
spun into fairy-tales, unreal.
Jun 22, 2013
POETIC CONTACT
About This Poem
Last Few Words: They corresponded, but never actually met.
Style/Type: Free verse
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Ann
A lovely touchy feely piece that just made my memory spin,
Yours Ian.T
Glad you got pleasure from
Glad you got pleasure from this Ian,
Love to you in your garden of trees and other interesting plants.
Ann.
awesome little poem dear Anna
A bit different from you. I like it and wished I've written it myself.
I won't change a word.
Thank you dear Rula,
Thank you dear Rula,
you sense the feeling behind the words well,
a breath away from reality, as one communicates
over the net, and there are many who do, I think!
Love Anna
You create thoughts
visions from your rife imagination ...single ones will love to share ....what you deem to create ...in the wildest of dreams they can't imagine ....how love can simply flow ....from a single thought ....and seed electric currents of such high voltage ....none can hope to have bought
….
Yes they can be as intensely
Yes they can be as intensely felt as if the persons
were close together, especially poets, can, their
imagination at top key.
Thank you, Ann.
you are so natural ma'am
you speak from your heart
thanks
Yes, my Queen...
loneliness can bring two people together, even through thin air! Nice one, ~ Sir Gee
That's it, and enhance the
That's it, and enhance the drudge of silence
by being a voice from the wilderness,
as if on the wind, whispered and shouted with love.
Like some of my messages to my knights in armour,
I send thoughts, when they are in battle, and I feel
sure they know they are there?
Love from your Queenie, Ann.