Random faces on the street―
one could be yours.
I shut my eyes, count to a thousand.
Voices within earshot take me to sleep.
The door is unlocked.
Windows near the fire escape open
just enough―not from
forgetfulness,
but for a drawbridge.
A welcome note waits in the hall,
a second in the kitchen―
short sentences made to measure,
emphasis on the penultimate.
The words work overtime,
call your name above the city―
come a great distance
to find you.
And who wouldn't love to be found by these words?
ReplyDeleteOh, you captured the moment! I see all details you described! Sorry, the window shut enough to keep RAD invisible :)xx
ReplyDeleteI think I've convinced him to reappear next week...
DeleteI love reading everyone's different takes on the prompt; each one very different, and each one filled with unique insights. I think I will learn much about not only writing poetry, but writing in general by being a part of this. Thank you for your lovely and unique offering, Tess. And thank you for including me.
ReplyDeleteDoes sound welcoming... I think the words did a fine job.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to follow notes leading to my sweetie
ReplyDeleteah yes. the words we hold open for others. Those we leave lying around the house, waiting.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this so much!
ReplyDeletei like the idea of the drawbridge..x
ReplyDeleteSo much longing--and hope--in the act of shutting one's eyes and counting, counting, counting... "to a thousand."
ReplyDeleteNice to find notes and I like the image of a drawbridge..cool..
ReplyDeleteHey, Stella! ;)
ReplyDeleteYou quit that howling down there and go back to bed!
DeleteI like the idea of someone waiting on a lover and leaving the door ajar, the notes in place the anticipation is lovely!
ReplyDeleteLife within that apartment. Lively, well lived.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of words working overtime! You had an open door - a drawbridge- my was firmly shut!
ReplyDeleteIs a message more with the sender or the hearer? Does it matter, when a poem is as pleasing as this one is?
ReplyDelete"...a drawbridge." That is what this poem is, too, from you to your readers. Wonderful drawbridge.
ReplyDeleteGreat reading from R.A.D. and I rather liked, for a change, the video image matching the prompt image.
Like all good Indian girls, did you come as a Raven ?
ReplyDeleteCheers Mate
A subtle invitation, with notes left like breadcrumbs to a secret lover. I like it!! Well done, Tess.
ReplyDeleteLove the notion of a drawbridge ...
ReplyDelete"And suddenly I've found how wonderful a sound can be...."
ReplyDelete"Say it soft and it's almost like praying..."
DeleteI just know he's on his way!
ReplyDeleteHe is...
DeleteThanks for your kind and generous words, dear readers...
ReplyDeleteI hope his feet passed over the drawbridge.
ReplyDeleteSo very fitting, Tess! Even with invisible RAD! I've really enjoyed this weeks' entries - a lot of rereads!
ReplyDeleteLooks just like my old apartment in San Francisco Tess even the fire escape and windows! My mother passed away so I will not write this week even though you picked a color photo and I did notice! I will be back next week as I enjoy this weekly write and all of my friends from it each week! Right now my words are very negative as you probably could guess.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear this Bekkie...sending gentle thoughts...
Deletebeautiful piece of composition, Tess... Loved reading it.
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