I've got to admit, this was hard. But i really wanted to respond to the 'brief', and here it is...
I hate the sky at night while you're standing in a deserted place,
so empty and meaningless,
so void of beauty.
I hate the way you look at me,
Your eyes smiling,
Your love emanating
from you like waves of summer sun.
I hate the Suffolk coastline,
the North Sea so uninspiring and dull,
the shingle hard, cold, and uninviting.
Just like i hate those Devon enclosures of sea
which don't enrapture me or compel me to stay in them forever.
I'm angered by the cat crossing my path,
the shooting star i witness as i dream of higher things,
the love of my angel as i cry my tears.
And the healing that takes place in me
as everything i have asked for arrives,
suddenly, in my life,
surprise upon surprise.
But more than anything i hate lying,
about the things which i love,
and i embrace all the wonderful gifts of my life
the tip of an immense iceberg.
6 comments:
Beautiful life it is too..lovely poem..thanks for sharing..m
I love this stanza!!
And the healing that takes place in me
as everything i have asked for arrives,
suddenly, in my life,
surprise upon surprise.
It feels like rapture!
Beautiful Natalie. The whole poem is
a real treat!
Really lovely, yes. I especially admire how you extend the imagery, lingering over it in your false lying, and there it becomes apparent the great love. Terrific.
i guess that when i comment on ur poetry i always say that it likes the reader really sees what ur describing...i hate getting typical...anyway... but i think that's what i like, that even though it seems like a journey where you depict evrything outside you, in the end you realize that it's nothing but an inner exploration...
at least i suppose...
The tip of an immense iceberg - lovely words Nat.
I agree, Natalie. What a wonderful poem. It's evident, as you linger in the descriptiveness that you're lying when you say...I hate... And then to come clean in the end. Very nice!
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