speaking of love (you) in fifteen words

[harborshore]

I can't decide whether I'm feeling whimsical or mopey today. A bit of both? A meme, anyway. Love poems in fifteen words, last seen in kickingrad's journal. This is the one I posted over there:

Walk the horizon ending with me,
steal my breath, tip me
headfirst into the ocean.


But when it's poetry, it's hard to stop at fifteen.



Like this:


Trees shaking, bending low. I turn
my face up, up, meeting the storm.


Or like this:


Folded, your wings stay safe
in my linen closet. I pick up
stray feathers, silver.


No, actually:


Letting go is like giving up,
is like all the songs
going silent at once.


But the first one is still my favorite, I think.

Comments

Ah, pillow:

[bunnymcfoo.livejournal.com]

I am comforted
by your warm embrace;

Never leave me.

Re: Ah, pillow:

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

LOVE.

Re: Ah, pillow:

[bunnymcfoo.livejournal.com]

I've pretty much determined that the torrid love affair of my lifetime will not be with another human, but with my bed and pillow and comforter. I'm shockingly okay with this.

[wasoncedelight.livejournal.com]

I'm limiting myself to just three, or else I'll be doing this all day. :)

1. The last time
we shared a bed,
we slept back to back,
touching only accidentally.


2. I found your name
scribbled in a book,
and remembered everything
I'd forgotten to say.


3. The difference between
getting lost
and losing our way
was the detour in your smile.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Oh you, oh.

[wasoncedelight.livejournal.com]

Definitely a little mopey and a little whimsical. It's not such a bad combination. <333

15 words is not a lot of words :(

[enhendi.livejournal.com]

Dirty floors; bright, hazy exhaustion; dried tear-tracks.
I shake, coming down.
Port Authority at midnight.

Re: 15 words is not a lot of words :(

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Oh, fuck, that's good. *breathes*

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

I stand by the poem I posted in ignips's LJ:

My jacket
slouches shoulders
kitty-corner into
your absence.

The table longs for two cups.

~~~
And yeah, I agree with you about the first one, but I'm also very fond of the last.

Hi! I'm T. and I hope you don't mind if I friend you? I'd been meaning to for a while now, but the following comment over in mahoni's journal won me over completely:

I'm also considering rewatching BTVS, writing about Bob Bryar hating Christmas, and actually making progress on my original poetry (I have a lot of it, it's not bad, but it needs epic editing.)

I love everything about that sentence. :)

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's lovely!

And hi, it's very nice to meet you, especially since you seem to be a person with lots of good opinions (BTVS and Bob Bryar, man, I like you already). You're certainly very welcome to friend me, I don't mind at all!

I'm so sorry it took me so long to get back to you, RL is particularly nuts this week for whatever reason and I'm kind of all over the place. ♥