When it was time for you to go,
I held my hands together in front of me, like a prayer.
My hands pushed against your chest like a swimmer's,
determined to part the cage of your ribs,
to let me crawl inside,
So that I could live scooped beside your heart,
another small bone in your body.














Comments
You really needn't have worried about the quality of your poetry. You speak clearly and directly, using images that resonate wonderfully with the romantic in me. I like it that you aren't trying to make your creation "sound" like poetry, but just letting the poetry of the feeling speak for itself.
The only suggestions I would offer are these:
First, I'm not sure you need
So that you could not leave me behind.
It is implied by the rest of the poem, which is otherwise so laudibly terse that I hate to see you depart from the pattern.
Second, I think I would combine your "Coda" with this, so that no one risks reading one and missing the other.
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Ed
"If you're not confused, you're misinformed." - Tom Clancy
The Trouble with a Love Poem
My poetry is more like prose-poetry or spoken word, maybe. Not exactly '
Thanks again for the C&C.
I'm never sure what people mean by prose-poetry. I've done a fair amount of spoken word, and this definitely isn't that. (See my gallery for examples, including my currently featured deviation.) No, I think this fits quite comfortably in the honorable tradition of "free verse," along with most of the works of former US Poet Laureates Carl Sandburg and Walt Whitman.
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Ed
"If you're not confused, you're misinformed." - Tom Clancy
The Trouble with a Love Poem
If you click on "emoticons" in the bottom right corner of the comment box, you'll see a list, along with the codes that their program recognizes as referring to each.
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Ed
"If you're not confused, you're misinformed." - Tom Clancy
The Trouble with a Love Poem
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