Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Another Potluck Poem

This poem is in response to the poetry potluck theme of "love and the loss of it".
I wrote this poem a while ago and the reason I remember it so well is because it came to me while I was walking. Having nothing to write with, I had to memorize it as I walked. Each time I would memorize a line, another line would come to me so I had to memorize that line as well. I don't know if that happens to anyone else but poems come to me when I walk or exercise at the gym and when I'm driving. I should probably get myself one of those hand-held recorders.

To You

To you
I come
Seeking shelter
From the storm.

In you
I sense
The need,
Same as I.

Clipped of flight.
Battered by winds
And cold rain,
Seeking time to heal.

Love's touch seems
Distant to me now.
I forget it's face,
It's gentle touch.

I trust you
In this place
Both sharing
Eyes filled with pain.

Sit beside me,
Close your eyes.
Breathe fresh air,
Accept the sheltered breeze.
Feel the sun
On your face.

Word of the Day: lambent (adj) playing lightly over a surface, flickering said of a flame-giving off a soft glow.


  1. Wow. I really like that! It has a nice cadence and imagery. You should walk more often!

  2. Haunting, sad, and yet beautiful. Very nicely done!

  3. Inspiration often disregards our immediate ability to write things down, coming to us when it's darn good and ready. Kudos for memorizing this beautiful piece.