Friday, April 22, 2011

The Unannounced (Revised)



Her face visits
In the dark
When I'm unarmed
Parked
In sleep

Her face visits
Draped in angel blonde
Eyes sparkle
Lips part in whisper
I love you

Her face visits
Slices my
Beating heart … into thin pieces on a paper plate

6 comments:

Jingle said...

breathe taking.

thanks for the lovely treat.

James Rainsford said...

Very evocative. The poem and photo fit to perfection. Well done!

thingy said...

How lovely. I love the title, too.

beccagivens said...

"...In the dark
When I'm unarmed
Parked
In sleep ..." ... very very nice!

Jim said...

Her face? Many meanings here. Could be a fixation? Or a vision haunting your poet? Or actual glimpses of her regularly?

I'd like to think visions of her. As I cannot visualize the poem gives me a bit of what I am missing.

Very nicely written. The photo directs our thoughts to a young person but it can just as well portray any female who comes to the reader's mind.
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sandra said...

dreamy...nice!

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