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It Was There
by Kate DemereeIt was there
Between the lines
The silences
Pauses, and stutters
With the closed drapes
The drawn shutters
It was there
At the tips of your fingers
Wound through my hair
Tangled in my heart
Trailing haphazardly
Snail like
It was there
In the darker blue
Painted reflected
Shades of possibility
Glistening on sun bronzed
Lotion warmed skin
It was there
When the harsh tones of day
Met the softer voice of twilight
As the dew settled on the grass
While arms held
And thought stopped
Wordlessly wrapped in cotton sheets
It was there
09/22/2004 Posted on 09/22/2004
Copyright © 2024 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 09/22/04 at 03:10 PM This is one of those ponderable pieces that leaves the reader wanting, wondering, and wishing. Subtle poetry, Kate...pe4ce |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/22/04 at 05:07 PM Quite the soft toned sensuous expression, made all the more effective by repeating the title throughout. Like spending an afternoon in bed with that someone special, and never wanting it to end. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 09/22/04 at 09:54 PM hmmmm... quite sensual and certainly softly enticing. The second verse I think is really my favorite part. This image of fingers wound in the hair, tangled in the heart and then trailing haphazardly and snail-like is simply divine! Great piece throughout... [;0)~ |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/23/04 at 02:20 AM The words were there to make the reader feel the emotion that you presented so well. Great read. |
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