in the soft part of the night
as i am alone and dark
my heart hears yours and
soul to soul we whisper secret
longings and cry silent tears
across my cloudy soul, over the dew
dripped plains of my insides
the rays of sunlight fall
and i am shaken to depths beyond reach by
your ability to see without eyes
breaking through new earth hurts–
what can replace the pieces that
die on that journey? with a handful
of roses you urge me forward
i poke my way the pain lessened by your
beautiful gift
poised on new shores I shiver
from inside out
your sweet breath on my face
stills all and the
language of love needs no words
and I no longer fear
-j.a. grieshaber
This is a poem I wrote in high school, as part of the capstone assignment my senior year. I emulated several of the poets that we studied, creating my own works. This was modeled after e.e. cummings, “somewhere i have never travelled”
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence :
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
couching skillfully mysteriously her first rose
or if your wish to be close to me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending :
nothing which we are able to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
-e.e. cummings
This post is also part of a new series, February Beautiful, in which I notice beautiful things. It’s a joy to rediscover something beautiful that I created, and I have more of these gems to share throughout this month.
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