Sunday, August 30, 2015

The Wanting



The Wanting

down cobbled stones she hears her own wanting-heart
thumping hobbles dragging dread uncanny closer until 
transformed - pantingly vulnerable as any empty-head
heroine smothers all - she simply waits breathlessly for
some swart heroic swoop to rip the disguise from her
pallid poem and fill her world with rounded vowels. 





3 comments:

  1. Wanting is like an empty street where our lonely footsteps seem to echo louder than the emptiness and wanting within - such a perceptive and beautifully written poem

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  2. Love the last line. Nice alliteration and yes I can identify with the vacuous heroine...I have a weakness for rounded vowels:)

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  3. A wanting to a maiden is a period of waiting. The more desired the more elusive it gets!

    Hank

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