There's a peculiar kind of holy naive feeling that I get
when you step out of December
and through my box of memories that never happened yet.
Here's the ring that fell from a lost sea shell
and broke in shades of lonesome
to set the bungs and tie tongues of those who crave to tell.
In my dreams you are a hunter
when I'm falling in my sleep
and I can't put my finger on it
but its far and fey and half past bitter sweet.
You'd tell me it's just bullshit if you talked to me at all
so I spend the hours wounded
making feathers for a blackbird who sold them for a call.
In the garden Quasimodo is looking for his bell
and hes crying but can't hear it
except when he gets near it and can't say if it will make him worse or well.
In my dreams you are a dust-star
when I'm flying in my sleep
and I can't put my finger on it
but it's far and fey and half past bitter sweet.
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Note: this poem has nothing whatever to do with clergy. I liked the picture for other reasons. It's a love poem.
Hey, um, no WL #6...
ReplyDeleteIt went up at midnight. I posted this about 40 minutes beforehand so the list post would be at the top of the blog.
Delete“holy naive feeling”—That’s brilliant and completely encapsulates those first moments of getting to know someone, if you’re able to trust, feeling totally safe and not having to keep your guard up whatsoever. I think that’s the hunger inside humanity—a craving to love freely and openly without having to fear getting hurt.
ReplyDelete“when you step out of December” ... I love that so much.
This poem makes me think of the older couple in The Notebook (which I know you love because you’re such a huge Nicholas Sparks fan [insert ironic tone]). The pain of loving and sharing life with an Alzheimer’s victim intermingled with moments of precious recognition (“step[ping] out of December”).
First of all that first stanza is spot on one of the best lines I have read and related to. I absolutely love the dreams and feelings of love and what was and could have been! The rhyme is perfection and makes it even more lovely! I love this love poem Shay!! Simply amazing!!!
ReplyDeleteLots of twists in this narrative, and each one wrings a bit more from the heart. The beloved seems to me a ruthless sort of hunter, the kind who leaves behind a lot of waste just for the thrill of the kill...I love the dust-star, the stanza about Quasimodo, and the 'far and fey and...bittersweet" refrain. A love poem as only you can write them, Shay.
ReplyDeleteI liked reading this and I'll claim the ring, "the ring that fell from a lost sea shell." It slipped from my finger as I was swimming. I didn't try to look for it, it was the second part of my bad rubbish to shed. She played the villain role of your clever poem. I also had a pleasant moment to dream, it stayed for a while still.
ReplyDeleteI also like writing from word lists. I.e. you'll see me here some more.
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"but it's far and fey and half past bitter sweet."
ReplyDeletei like the repetition of that line, nice anchor. very lonesome and pining (for all that never was, know that feeling) and always lots of interesting wording and images. enjoyed as always
Some gorgeous turns of phrase in this, Shay. And gothic fairytale undertones. My favourite lines:
ReplyDelete"Here's the ring that fell from a lost sea shell
and broke in shades of lonesome
to set the bungs and tie tongues of those who crave to tell."
"it's far and fey and half past bitter sweet"
I like the lyrical quality to this. Reminds me Bob Dylan.
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