Stones

[nibbed]

Hi Leanne
this is beautifully poetic.
I love when stuff gets tangled in our head
and if finds a way to flow beautifully
through our pen


I remember you from the ground up. We
were smaller then, faces washed, eager to please,                                 ~faces washed is wonderful
sure that the world would hold us. You came to life
beneath my feet, and I swallowed the breath you had held                   ~beneath my feet is very clever, I don't see it as dominance but a hint at the art
for so long before you knew to exhale.                                                 ~could be mistaken as prideful, but more a personal revealing, shedding of armor
 
Others knew you, but they were not in my view
and your eyes blinkered with mine. We grew together,                        ~love that
sinned, were forgiven; tore apart, mended each other,                        ~okay, I choose this L as my favorite
burned and were broken.
 
My others passed. Your others passed. We stayed.                              ~we stayed, sigh...
I don’t know you now, but I dream of you
and when the doors close, I know you wait in the dark.                        ~enough mystery here to make the poem personal to most readers,
                                                                                                             a sort of faceted gem, that can reflect many images



just wowsie
that's all

please have a wonderful day
janine