For Emily L.
I looked at you with fear, not that I did not trust you, I did not trust my eyes.
Fearless and silent you were, unconquerable as you have always been.
I stood on my feet, yet a little bit over the floor. Me, as small and vulnerable as I have always been when you´re around.
I didn´t cry because you did not ask me to do it and because your stone eyes became grey shades of ocean waves...
Do you understand me?
I gave you a letter, I wrote you a sonet, I published a book with your name on it. You never read them, you never understood why. So before I walked away I told you: "When things are too much for one to take with no easy way out and patience is almost gone, one should write and wirte and write..."
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14 comments:
If someone does not value things like those... He/she is not worth keeping around...
..Que te miro... Emily L.
:)
Hi
this is a lovely write, i enjoyed it very much. i love the first line, "not that I did not trust you, I did not trust my eyes."
it may sound strange, but i find a great inner strength in the narrator.:)
Dsnake1: Thanks for reading :) Really? wow, thanks a lot! I hope I do have it.
well expressed.
fear no more.
bless you.
A++
such truth in your words!! i often write during those very moments. it is often my only means of expression.
jm
You penned this beautifully. Sometimes, it is indeed easier to write down your thoughts than to look someone in the eye and say them. Courage in written words.
A lovely read. Thank you.
"When things are too much for one to take with no easy way out and patience is almost gone, one should write and wirte and write..."
Very well said.. I agree with it completely!
Hugs xox
sometimes its not too easy to let go of things that you love..no matter if they don't love you back...but these people inspire you to write through the heartbreaks..and you end up writing such soul touching poetry..
beautiful...
I can feel it. Great write :)
In spite of the fear, there's a real feeling of conviction in this. And strength of character. Well done, Lu Ann.
Brave writing. Inspiring.
Henry Clemmons
I published a book with your name on it...Awesome just a really cool line
my potluck post was here
http://blackswanpoetry.wordpress.com/2011/05/01/poem-flexed/
Sometimes we have music that they do not hear. That does not keep us from singing it. Or from touching them in a way they can feel.
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