Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Untitled Nocturne

Shhh

you said.

Fingertips
Like a memory
Through my hair
Shhh.


Will,


Stubborness,


What use are they
In the dark?


Like a pot forgotten
I overflowed
And could not contain
All that I carried.


I had got lost
And though there was the whole blank night,
I couldn't have thought
How to put things right.


Shhh,


you said.


Baby,


shhhh.
_____

16 comments:

mac said...

Shhh

TALON said...

"Fingertips
Like a memory
Through my hair
Shhh." -- I sighed reading those lines. Beautiful, Shay.

Joanna Jenkins said...

I've said and heard those words so many times.

This was lovely.

Shhh,
jj

Tabitha Bird said...

Oh shay, lovely. Really really good. Your writing rocks girl :)

ellen abbott said...

yes

Mojo said...

When you overflow onto this page, it's always good.

How beautiful...

Daryl said...

shhh ... indeed ... memories .. ahhh

Lynn said...

Lovely and soothing. shhh...

RachelW said...

shhh...

Senorita said...

I wonder if you will write a poetry book someday.

It sounds creepy when a Harley man like Mac says "shhhhh" It's like he's about to offer you some candy and do unmentionable things to you.

Kay said...

hold me? so sad, yet blessed all in one.

TechnoBabe said...

Gentle. Loving, caring. I so like it.

Mama Zen said...

This says so much. And, says it beautifully.

Riot Kitty said...

It's difficult to type with Earl Grey's tail on the keyboard!

Ily said...

LOL @ Señorita's comment. Btw, I love your book, Shay. When will you write another one and include this gem in it, amiguita?? Shhh, don't tell me...surprise me!! ;)

Cloudia said...

me likee!