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I Wrote You an Epic
by Timothy SomersI had, I was,
while looking at your portrait,
thoughts.
Many minds, they had
given, taken, likened,
wished and felt
like wishes had
or were,
of there,
there the place between
your furrowed forehead lines,
lines I've given,
lines youve heard,
never a new word,
never a word known,
just thrown against your
consciousness,
the mind behind your brow,
so raptly elegant and present
ever so,
jaw line below your ear,
a mouth should be just here,
there,
above the shoulder,
never bolder sooner,
somewhat later.
I wrote you an epic on your fingertips
But you...
I wrote you an epic with invisible ink,
Now I can't find the words
01/12/2009 Posted on 01/13/2009
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Somers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/13/09 at 04:01 AM I've had that problem. We never say everything we want to say, it would seem. Nicely done. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/01/11 at 01:03 AM What a delight! I, too, have been in a place where all I did was speak, yet nothing I wanted to say really came out; wonderfully done! |
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