This heart is frayed at the seams
Ripped and stitched many times over
It’s a wonder it believes in dreams
Has faith and hope
It’s a wonder
These lips, soft and wanting
Parting for a lover’s kiss
Find the tribulations of love daunting
Yet open up to receive
The soft embrace
Throwing
Caution to the wind
With reckless abandon-
Folly pursued with no regard
To the pain creeping up within
A frayed heart and wanting lips
Dishevelled hair
Sex scented sheets
Repose and cigarettes smoked
Causes the mind to think
Of innocent eyes
That yet believe
With their frayed heart
Its centre pink
Is Folly the new bedfellow found?
Where love and lust meet
Sandra.M.Cooper
copyright 2003.
I like you poems very much.
I like you poems very much. Through the weathered and somewhat smokey views you portray, all works as worthy objects of study in themselves, be it poetry, literature, or all art... for in society as a whole, the overwhelming fact is the presence of the artist who convey an essence of life, those of us who have lived, loved and laughed long enough to recount. It is when art emerges as one of the most significant agents of this presence, your presence, the presence of a journey, reported by an artist, a journey with all the ups and downs and twist and turns like so many metaphor, on this road of life that we all move along.
Keep writing.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Thank you...
Dylan,
Thank you very much for your comment, it was inspiring to read- many friends and family members believe they know and understand whom I am, which I find hilarious, since I'm not sure of myself yet! Life is journey, and we keep evolving, changing and emerging into new beings depending on the circumstances at our feet...
For instance, I have walked and could have walked many different paths- all experiences and maybe experiences have led me here-
I see- which is sometimes a blessing, other times a curse
I am what I write and sometimes not at all-
Thank you again. : )
Peace. Always.