Tuesday, 16 June 2009

There is a love

There is a love that’s only locked

inside my little trouser pocket

and covered by my fist and luck it

never peeps – a shipwreck

 

lies there snug in the warmth and dark

keeping ancient secrets

behind a leather wallet

quaking as I walk.

 

Once it did come out to play

in brightness of the daytime

but now not even in a sliver of moonshine

it’s certain, safer, to stay; to stay.
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18 comments:

  1. JOkri16 June 2009 at 07:19

    I don't get it,

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  2. jkslouth16 June 2009 at 17:49

    I do and I like it.

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  3. John Lavan18 June 2009 at 06:15

    I know what you mean. The poem took me ages (weeks!) to write and it's enigmatic. It almost wrote itself and i believe it's about a man's struggle to express love.

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    1. dillweed31 December 2013 at 08:21

      I always think of Van Gogh when I read this poem (shipwreck...pocket...ambivakence) to stay, my favorite song of late, so ironic too. All that a poem requires

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  4. Glynn25 September 2009 at 22:30

    This is lovely.

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  5. Connie Assadi1 December 2009 at 17:13

    The depth of this is stunning and each will interpret in a way "to stay, to stay", for that is the nature of the inner world.
    Thank you for sharing this.

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    1. dillweed31 December 2013 at 08:16

      I still don't know how I feel about to stay. To stay. - great observation!

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  6. Mary L. Tabor25 December 2009 at 15:44

    Every creative expression defines our humanity. Get it or not, and I do get it, the heart is at work here.

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  7. Paul's Pictures18 February 2010 at 03:45

    Ah there you go with the old ambiguity again. nice work..as usual

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  8. libithina17 February 2011 at 21:41

    some things are too precious ~ my daughter had a little figure she kept in a matchbox ~ good one John ~ Lib

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  9. Eden Baylee20 March 2011 at 02:21

    John, it's lovely, a very sensual message. Eden

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  10. Ashen27 May 2013 at 12:07

    ... covered by my fist and luck it never peeps ...

    Love this image.

    In a recent post, called 'Precious Hope,' I wrote ... A hope can be so deeply meaningful to us that we keep it hidden at times, even from ourselves ...

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  11. bh18 January 2014 at 16:29

    Love it, get it, so it hurts.

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  12. Sabsam26 February 2014 at 12:50

    it's a good reminder of what's important. attention, being there for someone, all too precious to let it go.
    good piece of art.

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  13. TheDominic26 February 2014 at 22:42

    We all struggle with our emotions, a wash with trepidation, wishing safety, security, for our loved ones. It was a nice expression that you shared there. You have a very kind heart.

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  14. Spirits Travel27 February 2014 at 00:49

    Just REAL! I can feel your energy in the words.... WELL DONE. The LOVE still shines through.

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  15. Geraldine Banks16 May 2014 at 10:32

    Excellent Poem.Very memberille.

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  16. Unknown16 May 2014 at 22:26

    beautiful..

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