Be pitiful to my great woe.--Keats
The unframed photograph on my nightstand
and the many pictures I view when I close my eyes
are poor substitutes for the visions I see
when I run my finger across your shoulder
and gather the mass of your locks in my palm.
Damn all photos!
Pressed to the nose they make no hint
of that something something
shimmering your downy nape,
nor do they hold me like a life ring,
nor quake inwardly when language fails
to grasp just what is happening here.
A picture is worth (only) a thousand words, my dear,
so many worthless things, since
you are beyond words
except for life and joy and despair
to the poor chronicler of your worth.














Comments
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*Talent is just a farcical word for passion.*
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Do you realize where he thinks he comes from?
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The world is deep--and more profound than day would have thought.
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"I wanna speak at an intimate decibel/with the precision of an infinite decimal." -Yoni Wolf
Keep up the good work Storm; you are one of the greats on dA.
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The world is deep--and more profound than day would have thought.
"A picture is worth (only) a thousand words, my dear,
so many worthless things, since
you are beyond words"
Specifically because of the "thousand words" inclusion and the "beyond words," both of which seem too well known phrases. Yet I also imagine that, read aloud, with attention given a proper intonation (I'm thinking mildly sarcastic because of the poet's internal knowledge of the use of cliche), these lines have potential. The rest I did enjoy quite well, particularly the piece's rhythm.
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The world is deep--and more profound than day would have thought.
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The world is deep--and more profound than day would have thought.
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