I knocked
gently on your glass heart
- the rhythm
echoed somewhere in the distance
making
small cracks from the inside
we knew
then we were walking on fragile ground;
my breath
steamed up the glass and I left my fingerprints on it
- so you would
know where I came here from
clocks keep
on ticking selfishly
while we
struggle to find time just for the two of us
in between
minutes we have to give to grow old
we become
too weak to reply to the echoes
we leave
behind in each other – and we collide
in the
middle of the story
I give you
time to fill the blank pages
in my
half-written notebook
and let my
fingertips paint in yours
while
breath unites us...
*
"I give you time to fill the blank pages
ReplyDeletein my half-written notebook
and let my fingerprints paint in yours"
Beautiful.
"I knocked gently on your glass heart" --such a beautiful line. There is love, fragility, and the realization that time continues to pass within the lines of your poem!! Another 'keeper' here.
ReplyDeletethank you Mary :)
Deleteah i like this much natasa...the glass heart, fragile...can relate....the fogging up the glass and leaving fingerprints so they know where you came from, love that....the giving time for it to grow in your notebook while still sharing breath....cool intimacy.....
ReplyDeleteglad you do, and thanks.. have a good week brian.
Delete"we become to weak to reply to the echoes we leave behind in each other" amazing line, just love this poem.
ReplyDeletethank you Lisa :)
DeleteBeautiful lines, Natasha. A fine piece of writing…:)Love this poem.
ReplyDeletethank you Panchali :)
DeleteI loved your poem. Particularly, the 2 moments, when you write the word breath. This is too compelling and beautiful that I could read this all day and feel like I have read a book which talks about a whole array of emotions.
ReplyDeletei'm glad it makes you feel that way.. :)
Delete"We knew we were walking on fragile ground".......poignant. I so love the closing stanza......very lovely write!
ReplyDeleteglad you do, thank you Sherry! :)
DeleteLove how you express the ticking clock.
ReplyDelete:-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
This is glorious. It brought to mind a couple connected through decades of life together...entwined.
ReplyDeletethat's lovely...entwined.
Deleterelationships can be tricky, aren't they?
ReplyDeletea beautiful write, with an excellent ending. :)
indeed, they are plentiful.. thank you :)
DeleteI love the metaphor, this is gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteThe glass metaphor is superb. I would love to see you continue it through every stanza.
ReplyDeleteYour work nicely illustrates the photo
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