A Sweet Song

I congratulate your eyes for welling up
With tears dipped in the curse of love, and
Though broken-hearted, youíre now a cut above
The hollow people around you. Trust me, my dear.
We live alongside balloons, gassed up on their own
Importance, yet afraid to be stung lest they
Deflate and crumble under their own weight.

I congratulate your reaching lips whose kiss
Surely has freed you from the grip of ennui
That creeps upon our body in sleep. You flew,
And crashed but still, the sky remembers your skin.
Trust me, my dear. We live alongside thick vines
That clutch and grasp each other and suffocate.
They call themselves lovers but are mere accomplices.

I congratulate you, most of all, for wielding a heart
So pure, simple in its wants and needs
That Shakespeare would bleed and his red poetry
Would be nothing before your aura. My sweet, you speak
In all your actions, and yes, some who read them
Are ignorant. But do you judge a poem
By those who scoff at it without knowing why?
No, you sigh and sing it to yourself.
Trust me, my dear. And just be thatís enough.




Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2022-08-04 at 16:51

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1LFD
Amen and much trumpeting to acknowledge the misery/joy of allowing oneself to feel, and get hurt and learn.
2022-08-06


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the way you have used repetition - which doesn't always work, but in this it most certainly does. Your lines:

We live alongside balloons, gassed up on their own
Importance, yet afraid to be stung lest they
Deflate and crumble under their own weight.


are novel and refreshing in the context of your poem.
Bravo!
Allen
2022-08-05


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
A sage voice is conveyed, unhurriedly.
2022-08-05


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed the rhythm of this work, and your use of imagery.
2022-08-04