I am naïve about relationships and kisses,
About the dreams that weave themselves
Around a fragile heart,
And I do not know how to protect
Myself from love.
Emotional before photographs of you,
I break like pottery to see you smile,
I crumble like autumn leaves
In a child’s hand
To remember your shimmering brown hair
And the perfection of your neck
That someone else touches.
And I have also lingered lost in thought
About the lighter brown hair of another girl
Who captivated me for a moment, but less excruciatingly:
I nearly fell in love with your best friend
To merely hear her speak your name;
No one will ever understand how much
Those lovely vowels and consonants mean to me.
I need to be granted a tender reprieve
From the languishing agony of not seeing you,
To be set free from the prison of sunless days
Where perfume no longer lingers upon a pillow,
Where flowers fail to form beautiful bouquets
Because I don’t know the way to bring them to you.
'languishing agony' - this poem is delicate in its revelation of an unpracticed lover, an authentic person not a type, and for that and more, it is a beautiful poem.
Particularly lovely. I too enjoy the transition between the next to last and last stanza. an amazing completion of the imagery first glimpsed in the title.
Uriah, You break my heart. Reading your work is a truly humbling experience. S
Wow, you can write. This is wonderful... you have a gift, Uriah. Hugs, CJ
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one, Uriah. It is extremely sentimental of course, but most of us have felt this way at one time or another. I particularly like the last stanza. It really could stand on its own. One has to be careful with this kind of poem for it all too often is maudlin. I don't think yours is. Raynette