Friday, April 22, 2011

The Unannounced (Revised)

Her face visits
In the dark
When I'm unarmed
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


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.

Anonymous said...

"...In the dark
When I'm unarmed
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.

Anonymous said...


I'm Just a Man (Recording Experiment ... I can't sing)

I am in the mood to change my tree to a cubic version.