“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Do you?
Do You?
A loaded question
Ready, aim, fire
Do you
see
the way I feel
narrow and naked
Sometimes I know
the answer
Do you
feel
the spark, a jolt, twinge of pang
flammable sin
why
I do not ask
Do you
hear
the silent ballet of words
orchestrating a mood
leading, building, painting the scene
Do you
notice
an accidental lingering touch
Do you
know
I know
without ever asking
and still, like an echo
I wonder if
you do?
Image By Meyer, Johann Georg, 1813-1886 (artist); L. Prang & Co. (publisher) (Flickr: The Love Token) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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