Blow Up

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 03 May 2010
  • 2254 reads
9 comments
 

An indent in the pillow
where, moments ago,
his head had been
whilst he lay there
gazing at the ceiling
savouring coming with me.

Another for the portfolio –
invisible now, as he is,
entirely out of focus
behind closed doors
in another room.

Leaving me –
stickler for detail
that I am, a black and white
image of an unmade bed...
crumpled sheets
stained silver
by the moon.

Certificate 15
Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Love

Comments

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
Beautiful, the second stanza is the strongest. In my mind each stanza is like a separate photograhy the speaker holds in their hand.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You have an enviable grasp of things, maggy. Thank you. Tina

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
It's great to see a shorter poem from you, Tina - and this one really works! I love the images captured and that last stanza is just brilliant ;) Well done! Magic xxx

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Exactly what I thought (I mean about the length). Glad you noticed;-) So pleased it worked, for you at least;-) And thanks so much for taking time out from your studies. Hope the rest of your week goes well. Tina xxx

 

Submitted by Beeme on
I really enjoyed this and the last stanza was particularity charming. I agree with Magic it's very nice to see a shorter poem from you. I think this is one of my favourite of yours. Beeme xx

k.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Beeme, thank you so very much;-) Really pleased my efforts paid off. Tina xx

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver-Spun-Sand really lovely poem the last stanza is good,for me Leaving me- stickler for detail that I am a black and white Image of an unmade bed... crumpled sheets stained silver by the moon. great images. last line were you or who out by the moon,say camping. Have I got it wrong! julie x

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Julie - thank you for reading. The beauty of poetry is that each reader takes what he or she does from the poem. I am more than pleased that you gave it its own personal identity. That can never be wrong. Tina x