Ben Paynter (Livingston, Montana)
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And Her Face and Her Words and Her Promises
she says that my face
is the last she sees
before sleep takes her,
and she cannot sleep
without it.
but I know that
there are other faces
that float above
her eyes.
and the stars are out
tonight and I
need them to dance.
“have I said too
much” she says with
a halfhearted question
of love.
no, but you have not
kept your promise
and your promise
has not kept
me.
and all the while
the clock spins circles
on the wall
and a dog barks
at the moon.
and her face sits
resting on my
heart.
I say I need to go
I am tired
and her face
and her words
and her promises
will not let me
rest.
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This is so beautifully written! I am in love with this poem!
Pretty good dis is, love has its own way of doing things.
Beautiful words, a truly lovely poem
Not to burst bubbles, but I think it's kind of odd. And maybe a little derivative.
This is the kind of poem I like to read, and read again and let it speak with its own words to me.
What a shame it is that this poem, which has been on the site since 2006, just now receives attention. Man, this is a real poem. I'd likely give my pretentions to write a piece this emotive and sense-rendering. I hope this poem doesn't wallow in obscurity. It has too much soul for that.
Lindo, the way you express your love. Pure and simple! ! !
Beautifully written this is a great piece of poetry
Ben-
in stride here, i think. not blind, adolescent love, but a thoughtful, very adult mulling of ideas - as careful to examine the meanings of the loved one as ones own.
brooding, yet an underpinned lyricism.
now we're cooking.
bernie
beautiful lyrics-chilling