“Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.”
Lawrence Ferlighetti
With eyes closed
I know
where in the wild and tangled world
you are
and the space between us
unsounded
and the silent clocks
still turning
swallowing
with each revolution
the hours of our separation
and seasons
and yet
I know
everything that is beautiful in this life is
you
despite this defacement
of love
Day 12 ~ DEFACE
Shay is our host in The Imaginary Garden of Fireblossom Friday: Love
& Friday 55, for those we lost along the way.
Wow, I love each word!!
ReplyDeleteApparently, old friend, you used "defacement" as part of a prompt, but imo, no other word would do nearly so well in your poem. I love the space unsounded and the clocks still turning. Kind of a motion unobserved except by this voice, this heart saving what it can. Thanks so much for being part of my last FBF. Your voice is essential.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't miss it for the world. Thank you, Shay. I wrote the last line first, then sat back and decided how to get there.
DeleteLovely Kerry!
ReplyDeleteI noted the same lines Shay did, the space unsounded and the silent clocks still turning..........wonderful, Kerry.
ReplyDeleteEven through distance, you pull the love interest close in with your words. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteGreat commentary! Thanks, Viv.
DeleteOh there is an ache in this... It is beautiful and woeful.. One I wish I had written.
ReplyDeleteAww.. that's so kind of you to say, Susie.. especially since I always wish I had written the ones you write too!
DeleteThere is a terrible defacement of love not to have the lover present. Beautiful longing poem, Kerry. k.
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteA perfect description of the love that goes on and on, regardless; awareness constantly focused....
ReplyDeleteYes.. that is it exactly. Love is paying attention.
DeleteGasp! You just hit the spot, Kerry and I have to move away from the laptop to compose myself. This is so delicately and beautifully written, especially the words and spaces in:
ReplyDelete‘With eyes closed
I know
where in the wild and tangled world
you are
and the space between us
unsounded’.
The faith here remains in the still small space of love -- within, in another, in poetry.
ReplyDeleteThe simplicity of this is its fine glowing edge that knifelike draws a tracing of the heart and its true sight over the illusions with which reality swamps us. 'Deface' indeed. Beautiful, clean, true.
ReplyDeleteI love the voice in this of the silence burning. This is so beautiful Kerry! Another favorite for me of yours!
ReplyDelete...the seasons Such longing, such distance - and time can't diminish it.
ReplyDelete"the space between us unsounded" - Such a telling line. So much longing in this.
ReplyDeletenothing to add beyond Shay and Joy ~
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