sitting in english literature the professor told us to write poems for half an hour reading them out loud the next hour to the students my eyes fix on you the desk over a row from mine this poem is about you but you won't ever guess adelheidis i look into the face large eyes the shape of almonds soft and gentle like a child's but hardened at the edges from the pain and loss of the wounded torch-bearer leading by example the color green striking me to the core hair like a falcon's feather curls across the forehead kissed by my eyes as you face down writing poetry hello this secret lover stares at you writing without a tongue 2.5 7/5 © Brian Peter Hodgkinson
Unspoken
03
May
literaryscribe
May 3, 2022 at 2:10 pm
Some of the sweetest poetry is silent, but I’m glad you have written this one down.
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Brian Peter Hodgkinson
May 3, 2022 at 10:56 pm
thank you for featuring me on the blog link — and thank you for your comment encouragement
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literaryscribe
May 4, 2022 at 5:20 pm
You are very welcome. Thank you for sharing your wonderful work.
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