you taught me the words
I already knew
the public sensations
I had already felt
minimised by your prideful heart
I was the tiny flea with a golden spark
that hides and creeps within your space
your careless, guideless, invisible grace
I studied your nonchalance in photographs
like a betting man prowling the stables
for his horse of choice
to win, to fail
I’ll break it all down for you
through a personalised reading
of your own work and lifestyle
to the stock
through bars
to the vault
only you can dislodge
Such great imagery!
ReplyDeleteI had to read it again...
I love this stanza best:
"minimised by your prideful heart
I was the tiny flea with a golden spark
that hides and creeps within your space
your careless, guideless, invisible grace"
I love the tiny flea with the golden spark! This is close to genius!
ReplyDeleteI imagined an admirer, a "lurker," totally engaged in the online life of another, unbeknownst to the subject.
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Anyone who can write "a tiny flea with a golden spark" is much more than a tiny flea!!!! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteuncannily enough, both me and you seem to be talking about certain similar experiences, though in different keys. I also love the alterations in meter, rhythm and pace that is present here, especially the interweaving of rhymed lines.
ReplyDeleteGrrr. Git some followers.
ReplyDeleteThere are horses you should follow but not bet on : ) The line between nonchalance and indifference is very narrow.
ReplyDeleteI can't even find my words to describe how wonderful I think this poem is. Aside from the slight stalker-ish vibe, this is just lovely.
ReplyDeleteReeling from a love that was taken away against the will, being forced to watch the life of the one that is loved unfold with yearning but with no chance of that love ever being rekindled?
ReplyDeleteGreat poem.
Tim
Beautifully written!
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