letter to the best girl
allow me just
barely
like a dead dragonfly's wing
touch someplace
like the back of your neck
that doesn't talk
with the talking part of me
clamped shut against the blood thump
let me softly go past sleep
and past the ends of all the beds
let me barely be
suspended from the ceilings
that you move beneath
putting pieces of china together
delicately with such delicate
things that you have
6 comments:
This is the best and most perceptive comment I have ever received in response to a poem. It single-handedly makes me feel that displaying my poetry on the Internet is a worthwhile pursuit. Please accept my heartfelt thanks; your words make it possible for me to go on, at least for one more day.
--Luke
I got this gem:
"Hello. This post is likeable, and your blog is very interesting, congratulations :-). I will add in my blogroll =). If possible gives a last there on my blog, it is about the Vinho, I hope you enjoy. The address is http://vinho-brasil.blogspot.com. A hug."
We both got a hug; the "if possible gives a last there" seems to have slipped past the editors. The comment itself is poetry, I think.
-Ry
"it is about the Vinho"
?
Perhaps that particular robot likes to drink heavily? Who knows. We are certainly lucky, to be serenaded by such friendly, nonexistent folks.
--Luke
Classic. Both that spamdickhead and the poem.
As you know, I'm pretty lame when it comes to poetry but this actually evoked imagery for me.
Commentator--
Anyone who has even the slightest appreciation for poetry will never be totally "lame" to me. As for the poem, I owe my inspiration to the sweetest young lady in the world.
cheers,
--Luke
PS--nice to see you again, by the way.
I must ask, because I know of no example otherwise... Has there ever been a shirted picture of you? You are a damned consistent man, sir.
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