speaking of love (you) in fifteen words
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harborshoreI 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 ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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.