I am dumb beside your body
I could once speak words, so beautifully
But poems, were once beautiful
Now I feel life’s kite moving
Upwards and onwards
You love because it pulls you
To Motherhood, to creation
I am dumb beside the challenge
Of winning your affection
To become only a tool, a means to an end
Until someone finds me, I shall be
The lonely hunter, contracting with solitude
I am dumb beside your instincts
They speak more loudly, than my lyrics
Unworthy and pure, poetry
Is for the flowers I left on the ground
In my meditations of youth.
WOW
Wow you like this one?
Yep..
I really loved what I interpreted 🙂
And from my experience as a reader.. it may have been something different from what you wrote..
But hey.. The words were very moving
a poetic denigration?
pardon me?