sleeping dog, saint catherine by Brynn Dizackif i loved you,
i would tell you this:
a story:
of something vaguely familiar, although
the exact descriptions of things will elude you.
it was either a doe, or a gutted ship
turned sideways on the shore like some great conquered thing.
or: perhaps it was an overgrown garden: yes:
tethered to the earth through a catacomb
of leaves and branches, ever-aching for the sky,
leaves turned expectantly towards the sun.
a city:
winter-struck and seething,
fast-moving and full of people,
waiting, always waiting,
but lonely as anything.
if i loved you,
i would tell you of my dreams,
mornings as ripe as new plums,
and the constant hope the clouds will burn off by noon
of harbours of boats all tied to docks,
bobbing in the diamond-sun,
waiting to be set free.
i would tell you all the things you are to me.
08/16/2011 Posted on 08/17/2011 Copyright © 2024 Brynn Dizack
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Anita Mac on 08/23/11 at 10:16 PM Wow... I kind of love this, B. Some brilliant images to bring into being as love. ^_^ |
Posted by Laura Doom on 09/06/11 at 04:06 AM Anything and everything -- a state I've yet to visit, though this may be as close as a 'what if?' scenario gets...
with structure I can appreciate. |
|