she postponed the thunder
with that use of supple pink
the gamble of yearning
it lingers inside
quivering quietly
unyielding and burning
hear her tense laughter
something she cannot hide
with interrupted images
uttered like this reign
absorbed in the vessel
compliant with pain
echoes satisfied within dialects
reply to an aura
petite perchance
commence coincidence
penciled within the exposed libretto
little by little she comes
no more pedestals to climb
without any expression
there are signs of appeasing
another combatif occurrence
visualized without fault
let out by all her sighs
evoke d like she is hypnotized
she can't care for the blue
she must return her hands
to intent
and grasp for something true
can she name love without moonlight
the future dwells inside her
it is the poet's essence that let find her way
she exists within her delicate desire
go on now and get close to that fire
save the delay for some other night or day
The gamble of yearning
This is so amazing. I did have to look up the meaning of libretto, but I am so glad I did. A beautiful title for a beautiful poem!
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
Nine Tens
I will have to come back to this poem once I get the tears out of my eyes. You painted female poets with a perfect stroke from a perfect keyboard , a gentle spirit, and a precision prone poetic psyche. Gratitude is formal, appreciation
warm
~Lady A~