Wednesday, August 15, 2007

shyamli's fourth poem this course - i admit this might be my interpretation

Do you hear me?

I hardly ever do.

I’m trying to strain and move

To your humming.

I’ve had enough

Of pretence and admiration.


Do you hear me?

I come to apologize

Surrender to your

Wit and charm,

I have yet that seed

You handed to me…

Once.

I hold it still and

Feel its vines

Tighten around me.


Do you hear me

As I struggle for breath?

You hardly ever do.

I heard someone tell

The little bird your secrets.

I see you…

Inside out.

Bare, empty.

I still want you to have me.

Do you hear me?

I need you to do so tonight.

I think something inside me

Just shattered


Hear me…

I come for redemption…

Selfish as ever

Needy, grovelling

I come.

Hungry for this burn

I come.

Hear me… hear me.

Speak.


I know you never forgot

How I left ....


I ran… I was afraid.


.. .when the storm clouds

Broke.

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