Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Behind your resting eyes

I escape the poem while you sleep
and watch you from such small distance
that my chest nearly touches yours.

Who are you, bearer of my meanings?
Who am I when you move above the lines
on my palms and alters my destiny?

The world I know
vanishes, little by little,
behind your resting eyes.

12 comments:

  1. I think the questions you ask in the second stanza are essential to understanding the meaning of relationships - the way one person can affect another's life so profoundly.

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  2. Kerry has voiced beautifully what this poem speaks. Yet I can see someone on a park bench sleeping and you wondering where you fit into his dreams...beautiful. Thanks for participating in the challenge.

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  3. Love the questions you raise. Great write.

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  4. I also like the questions on the second stanza ~ The vanishing bit by bit, speaks a lot of the relationship ~ Good one kenia ~

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  5. brilliant, especially the first line ~

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  6. That's stunning! I stumbled upon your blog through the lipogram challenge elsewhere. I'm glad I did because that's just what I needed to read today. Thank you.

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  7. That's such a cool opening line!

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  8. Absolutely love "bearer of my meanings." YES.

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  9. So much of us is wrapped up in the ones we love. A very dear poem

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  10. "bearer of my meanings."...beautifully said...

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  11. What a kick to consider being one with the effect of our writing. Quantum poetics?!

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