Saturday, May 7, 2011


Stephen Lucas

If I bled I still loved you,
Would you believe me?

I have no other question,
No other concern,
I don’t need to know if you care
About me


Would you take time to look in my eyes,
Venture beyond lies,
Broken ties,
And try?

Could you journey passed whys of winter,
Barren and cold,
Windy and dry,
And see me,
Standing here,
On a freakishly summer-like May day
Saying - bleeding
I love you?

Could you hear those words
From my lips?

Could you feel me?

See my truth?

Would you believe me?


Mary said...

Henry, this is a beautiful and depthful poem, full of questioning. I hope there are answers.

Victoria said...

Intense, powerful poetry, Henry. Are these cubist-like paintings yours? Wonderful art! Lots of talent on your blog.

irene said...

Soft and intense.

Anonymous said...

Love your poem. Poems that William Shatner can recite and make you feel and hang on every word is so satifying for me..

Marian said...

whoosh, yes.
and i'd like to hear shatner read this, too.
or you, you could read it and i would listen...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful poem. And I am blown away by the glorious tree photo above. Breathtaking old giant!

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Very intense and beautiful poem!

Marja said...

A gorgeous poem nearly drawing me in tempted to say yes I hear, I believe :)

Anna :o] said...

Beautiful and I would believe you!

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Loved your words and the depth of feeling within them.


Natasha said...

Bleeding from your pen, these words you write are fantastic! Real, felt, emotion, intelaced with wonderful, slighty dark (to this readers mind, fair warning!) imagery. Much enjoyed my visit! :)

Andy said...

I hope you recive the answers you are looking for.

To me...that tree looks kind of scary...just saying!

Thanks for sharing a beautiful poem all the same.

Isabel said...

powerful writing.

gsb3 said...

Very intense, I never thought of bleeding as a form of communication, but it's true, very true.

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

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