Fire-Pit Poem by Lonnie Hicks

Fire-Pit

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How soon those eyes of yours
stretch across
to grab me by the soul
and squeeze
til heart drops drip
drip drip
and my knees
clank away
shaking.

Each time I say
I will not
let
these feelings sway.

My common sense
turns away
abandoning me;
my helpless self,
my angry self
my begrudging self
all line up inside me
and caterwaul;

leaving me exposed
to fiery rising Excitements Touch
poising above my soul straining
against Respondment's call
but l am losing the will-
my soul fluid
dripping away.
.
Where is the key you have
which unlocks my door?

Where is the silent heart-switch
which clicks
turning on my heart?

Where is that definition of love
that here fits?

This is a core mystery
I share with you
even when I don't want to:
even when I want to hide or run.

When my tent flap is closed
it opens
by my own hand,
against my will
and I am always surprised
wondering what part of my brain
worked that hand
despite the other No part of my brain.
saying No,
don't reach
don't go
but I do;

streaming
in my wake
abandoned regrets
and doubt;
as our silhouettes merge
in this holiday tent;

I hear
a night owl
go Hoot.
Hoot.

Amy's in the fire-pit;
soul aflame
memory gone.

Heart recklessly spent
on another night
with you
in the warm summer fire-pit
souls joined.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Hitesh Sheth 27 March 2009

In love helpless we feels..........................Good Write..........

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