This
place marks
a
superb spot,
where
everyone expects
me
to reside,
to
germinate undisturbed,
dispassionate,
deep.
They
do not know
it
is an empty tomb;
for
I lie elsewhere,
with
a dash of Viking,
linger
ripe, sleep dark
in another's arms.
in another's arms.
tk
R.A.D. adds beautiful life to my words...
I do not expect you to lie face down on the river's side in nearly colorless circumstance. I do not epect you to be metallic and cold and drilled through and through. I hope for you warmer times and kind eyes, the rumble of kitten hearts and the dart of the hummer's wings.
ReplyDeleteintriguing fine words!
ReplyDeleteThis was really beautiful. Thank you for writing it!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful take
ReplyDeleteThe 'dash of Viking' sparks these thoughts with starry beauty.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of my favorites of yours, Tess.
ReplyDeleteWho can't love a dash of viking? :-)
ReplyDeleteLove this one & the sexy R.A.D. Sure wish he'd toss out those nasty ciggies, though. xo
ReplyDeleteA poem with a deep meaning. Good one!
ReplyDeleteAwesome poem!! Meaningful and poignant.
ReplyDeleteI like this!
ReplyDeleteRed Herringly Splendid !
ReplyDeleteYes, like it very much indeed.
ReplyDeleteCenotaph was a new word for me. Better to sleep in someone's arms,
ReplyDeleteSomething innovative, something unexpected, yet just right.
ReplyDeletebeautiful lines,i like the way you end it
ReplyDeleteloved the way you treated the prompt, intriguing
ReplyDeleteAshamed
Your poem brings to mind every vacant face I've ever watched, while wondering, Where is she (or he) right now?.
ReplyDeleteLove the title...
Cenotaph. Interesting... I once read a story on that. :)
ReplyDeleteI don’t know how should I give you thanks! I am totally stunned by your article. You saved my time. Thanks a million for sharing this article.
ReplyDelete~~ a dash of Viking describes you well .....
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