by Steven Kenworthy
some maker put these violins here to add something
to the scene.
the perfect fifths and f holes designed carefully along
your spine. your inked pages
elegeant and dazzling, you make everything out of string.
when silence was golden.
your eyes were greenish, don't go
there is a stadium dressed out in daydreams
ready for your thin hands.
i'm going to fall, and that is okay.
i have bruised well before, i know
where you are most ticklish,
i know where your skin is softest.
Author's Note: tonight we all have a dream to make sleeping worthwhile.
Posted on 10/18/2008
Copyright © 2020 Steven Kenworthy
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Nanette Bellman on 10/18/08 at 08:09 PM|
the last stanza is brilliant, not saying the whole thing isn't, but the last is my favorite. thank you sk.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/18/08 at 09:02 PM|
A sense of youth and romance permeate this very emotive poem.
|Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 10/19/08 at 10:33 AM|
"i'm going to fall. and that is okay." two incredible and essential revelations that take a lot of guts to recognize and accept. well played, sir.
|Posted by Lalo Kikiriki on 10/26/08 at 04:20 PM|
|Posted by Anita Mac on 12/02/08 at 03:06 AM|
Even your author's note is pure poetry. Do you answer the phone in verse? lol This is stunning. Favorite thus far.
|Posted by Megan Guimbellot on 12/07/08 at 08:11 PM|
your words get deep down and tangle my insides. graceful and fluid. it's perfect.
|Posted by Christina Bruno on 12/24/08 at 03:12 AM|
sk...you are phenomenal