Only words
bind us together
bind us together
emotive, powerful yet destructive
hate you, adore you, you’re so Aargh!
hate you, adore you, you’re so Aargh!
just a sound, shapes scribbled down
intangible, yes, but still
scratch hearts with sadness:
only words I throw at you
not fists nor china cups of
cracked mouldy blue:
words are the weave
that wove our love...
to lose myself in you
to be a silken scarf
to warm your throat
whence words flow true;
oh to close my eyes and
touch a memory held so tight,
let words fall in the shape of a kiss
onto my longing lips this winter’s night.
© Julian Clarke 2016
This is beautiful. I love the silken scarf warming the throat of your beloved losing yourself in her...such a gorgeous love poem.
ReplyDeleteReally pleased you enjoyed this, Rall',and thank you for your thoughts
DeleteSuperb!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Richard for your kind comment, very much appreciated.
DeleteThe intimacy in being a silken scarf... how wonderful...
ReplyDeleteyour thoughts are very mcu appreciated,glad you liked it.
Deleteto be a silken scarf
ReplyDeleteto warm your throat
whence words flow true... beautiful!!
Thotpurge, thank you and I'm pleased you liked it.
Deleteword is omnipotent...love the images you've used here...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sumana.
Deletewords are the weave
ReplyDeletethat wove our love...
to lose myself in you
to be a silken scarf
to warm your throat
Gorgeous!!!
Thank you, Sanaa. Pleased you enjoyed it.
Deleteafter the words the silk scarf could have been a noose but instead it becomes the tie that binds you - such beautiful words tightly structured and yet free to flow
ReplyDeleteYour thoughts are much appreciated, thank you.
DeleteThis one flows so effortlessly Julian - a real song from the heart - and always admire when people can write in the shape of a dress.. ;)
ReplyDeleteSo pleased you enjoyed it, and thank you.
DeleteI like the idea of throwing words rather than fists or cups. Words can indeed be a strong weapon; but better that words are that 'silken scarf' to give a person warmth and pleasure. And, ah, words that fall in the shape of a kiss -- no greater joy!
ReplyDeleteI think so too, Mary. And thank you for your thoughts
Delete'Hate you, adore you, you're so Argh!" made me smile. I so know that feeling. Words "scratch hearts with sadness", but they warm up as the poem progresses, to beautiful images. A wonderful poem to read.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry and I'm glad you liked it.
DeleteLuv how closely, the feelings stated, wrap themselves around the beloved, via words
ReplyDeleteHave a good Sunday Julian
much love...
Thank you, Gillena.
DeleteThis is such a wonderful tribute to the beloved--really gorgeous writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Audrey, for your kind thoughts and I am pleased you enjoyed it.
DeleteYes, words can have so many effects on us, and the best to 'fall in the shape of a kiss' on one's lips. Love the metaphor 'to be a silken scarf to warm your throat' ~ written by heart.
ReplyDeleteThank you, humbird, pleased you enjoyed it.
Deleteit seems the words came in soft steady rhythm.
ReplyDeletelet words fall in the shape of a kiss
onto my longing lips this winter’s night.
lovely way to end a night in the shape of a kiss
Thank you for your thoughts, and yes a lovely way to end a night.
DeleteSo tenderly drawn - beautiful evocative images. Wonderful writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Wendy for your thoughts.
Deletewords are the weave
ReplyDeletethat wove our love.
How very true Julian! The pen is sharper than the sword so they say.
Hank
Thank you, Hank for your thoughts.
DeleteI wonder if love can be born without words?
ReplyDeletethere's a thought, thanks for stopping by.
DeleteLove! it's so hrd to forget words, to use words to erase words, to use words to blow the kiss.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your thoughts, Susan.
DeleteLovely words framed into verses.
ReplyDeletethank you for your thoughts
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