Monday, April 23, 2007
Poetry Monday -- Words Like Beautiful
Robin told Rhian to declare today to be Poetry Monday (or something like that), so here's my contribution.
If I could write our story,
words like "beautiful"
wouldn't exist.
We would have all the time
we could ever want;
No fears of getting
too attached,
of needing to define the rules,
of clinging to mind games,
only to see me leave you for a new life,
a life without you
except for far-between weekend visits.
And you wouldn't tell me -
your arms around my waist,
me perched on the tops of your feet
but my chin still no higher than
the middle of your chest -
that when you look at her,
all you see is beauty.
And that's the one thing I can't offer you.
Or so you say.
If I could write our story, Mario dear,
there wouldn't be such a gap between us -
not that height matters,
not that money matters,
not that age matters,
but it's all about living.
You would understand about relationships-
that women are best when they are both
girlfriends and friends,
and that you can have the second,
without the first.
And I would understand about you -
your fragile ego,
your need to be a man, not a boy,
your thoughts,
your wants;
And all the potential that I see so clearly in you now
would be realized.
I promise you that if I could write this story,
That's how it would be.
Remember, though,
that there are things I could never change
in this fiction I long to write:
The planes and angles
that make up your face
and cause something inside me
to catch, then melt --
even though I mean it when I say
that beauty's far from everything.
There's the gentle way you kiss;
and your hands so soft and ghostlike
that after your touch,
even a whisper feels harsh;
You say I am not beautiful
but still,
you make me believe
you'd never hurt me -
that's what you promised.
Isn't it?
So if I could write our ending,
it would happen on the ice -
in the middle of a hockey game -
and you would realize this:
That we are comfortable together,
and that the beauty of our friendship
is what matters,
not how beautiful you or I appear
when we look at each other.
And one day you will realize --
I guarantee you will,
even if I don't write this story --
that this is the the kind of beauty -
the only kind -
that I will ever have to offer you.
If I could write our story,
it would be enough.
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If I could write our story,
words like "beautiful"
wouldn't exist.
We would have all the time
we could ever want;
No fears of getting
too attached,
of needing to define the rules,
of clinging to mind games,
only to see me leave you for a new life,
a life without you
except for far-between weekend visits.
And you wouldn't tell me -
your arms around my waist,
me perched on the tops of your feet
but my chin still no higher than
the middle of your chest -
that when you look at her,
all you see is beauty.
And that's the one thing I can't offer you.
Or so you say.
If I could write our story, Mario dear,
there wouldn't be such a gap between us -
not that height matters,
not that money matters,
not that age matters,
but it's all about living.
You would understand about relationships-
that women are best when they are both
girlfriends and friends,
and that you can have the second,
without the first.
And I would understand about you -
your fragile ego,
your need to be a man, not a boy,
your thoughts,
your wants;
And all the potential that I see so clearly in you now
would be realized.
I promise you that if I could write this story,
That's how it would be.
Remember, though,
that there are things I could never change
in this fiction I long to write:
The planes and angles
that make up your face
and cause something inside me
to catch, then melt --
even though I mean it when I say
that beauty's far from everything.
There's the gentle way you kiss;
and your hands so soft and ghostlike
that after your touch,
even a whisper feels harsh;
You say I am not beautiful
but still,
you make me believe
you'd never hurt me -
that's what you promised.
Isn't it?
So if I could write our ending,
it would happen on the ice -
in the middle of a hockey game -
and you would realize this:
That we are comfortable together,
and that the beauty of our friendship
is what matters,
not how beautiful you or I appear
when we look at each other.
And one day you will realize --
I guarantee you will,
even if I don't write this story --
that this is the the kind of beauty -
the only kind -
that I will ever have to offer you.
If I could write our story,
it would be enough.
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Oooh very good. I enjoyed it.
I wrote a Haiku, very late in the day. I forgot it was poetry Monday.
It's a Haiku about the EVIL DAY JOB.
Not as nice as yours.
I wrote a Haiku, very late in the day. I forgot it was poetry Monday.
It's a Haiku about the EVIL DAY JOB.
Not as nice as yours.
Thanks, guys! This is from my grad school days; every now and then, I've played with the idea of submitting it for publication somewhere.
From your response, maybe I should.
From your response, maybe I should.
Good grief! Any thoughts I ever had about attempting to post my efforts have just died a savage death.
Cheers
Cheers
PS - thank you for your kind words about my princess/knight story, and I'll check out your shelf at mooch!!
Dude... you rock with poetry :)
As I've been telling all these poets... poetry is not something I have any real skill with :) I can still admire it though :D
As I've been telling all these poets... poetry is not something I have any real skill with :) I can still admire it though :D
Poetry Monday? Is that going to be ongoing?
Wow, I love poetry. I'm so impressed with this poem! I hope you do it again next week!
Now where are all these other Poetry Monday folks?
Wow, I love poetry. I'm so impressed with this poem! I hope you do it again next week!
Now where are all these other Poetry Monday folks?
the poem was great!
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thanks for the visit,
I am wondering if I heard of BookCrossings.com from you or another source? also have you seen "bookins.com" an exchange of used books that is brilliant.
I love books.
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