Vetty214
08-29-2007, 01:47 PM
all comments welcome, harsh comments too. I'm always looking for growth and I want to know what struck you here, what you are thinking it's about as you read it, what doesn't sound right to you even if you can't put your finger on it... etc...
Matter
Desire
seems fruitless, the throw of a die,
you give up
you look back for memories
to live on
a poem speaks
saying,
look to the walls
to the curtains
to the wood floors, the carpet
to the window panes,
see how they do their job?
are you not also matter?
can’t you just be?
why does desire ache
and stir turmoil to your quiet?
can’t you hold just another day,
and another,
and another?
look at the girl
the work of art
on dining room wall
boxed in wood
held tightly in the arms of canvas
loved by the tips of a paintbrush
each strand of hair tenderly swirled
lips painstakingly pondered
unaware
of what holds her there
you hold too,
you matter.
Matter
Desire
seems fruitless, the throw of a die,
you give up
you look back for memories
to live on
a poem speaks
saying,
look to the walls
to the curtains
to the wood floors, the carpet
to the window panes,
see how they do their job?
are you not also matter?
can’t you just be?
why does desire ache
and stir turmoil to your quiet?
can’t you hold just another day,
and another,
and another?
look at the girl
the work of art
on dining room wall
boxed in wood
held tightly in the arms of canvas
loved by the tips of a paintbrush
each strand of hair tenderly swirled
lips painstakingly pondered
unaware
of what holds her there
you hold too,
you matter.