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LatentI've still got a poem in me, for you.Latent by Queenselphie
I know it, I feel it, I sense that it's true.
All of the feelings, all of the pain
forged into language-rich links of hot chain.
I've still got a sonnet, I've still got a rhyme -
there's only so much can be healed by time.
I need the catharsis, I crave the release,
the flow of the words out; the influx of peace.
I've still got a verse and it sits in my bone;
I'll know when it's ready, I'll know when it's grown.
the torch of my feelings is still hot and lit,
and my poem for you - well this isn't it.
More like a precursor, more like a trial run,
a practice, a test flight, a battle half-won,
a vanguard or herald for what's on the way -
my rhyming-verse closure - can't be here today.
I've still got a poem in me, for you.
I'm holding it back for a careful review,
but when it is free I fear it's just the start
and I'll always have poems for you, in my heart.
Little Poems about YouYou were the sunshineLittle Poems about You by Queenselphie
that once lit my days,
the glow of the orb,
the warmth of the rays
but since the sun set
beyond my life's sea
the light has been
leaking out, gradually.
Who knew a decade
could be spent in the dark?
Away from your sunshine,
away from your spark?
Yet I've always known
that you were the one
and you can't see the colours
without the sun
Strange how a decade
can spill through your hands
even if they cup and cherish;
even if they press and pray -
Pads together, palms apart.
Strange how a person
can leak from your life,
even if you kiss and hold them,
even if you stay nearby -
lost to your heart.
Strange how a lover
can flow from your arms,
even if you try to grasp them,
even if you plead and cry
How I want to be the pen
you tucked inside your shirt today,
Nestled there against your skin -
please let me in;
please let me stay.
In my mind we're at her we
Ex Marks the SpotI think about you all the timeEx Marks the Spot by Queenselphie
though now twelve years
have sieved through us
and things have tangled in the net
like friendships, places; dust
from rooms I can't forget.
I talk about you all the time
and time has left a bruise on me;
a dozen circles 'round the sun
have hammered home; I felt the clout,
the blow, the sting, the final sum -
you're what I'm all about.
I wonder if my love is real
or may yet be obsession;
does a decade make it true,
or just a sad and false pursuit
following the ghost of you;
bitter-sweet forbidden fruit?
Do you ever notice me,
and my undying hope?
I sometimes think I may be stuck,
a silenced phone that's calling;
a broken record, out of luck,
a lifetime back
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I'm a 29 year old crazy-cat-lady, living in York with my two insane felines and my lovely husband. |
I'm an incurable old fashioned romantic, and love geeking out to sci-fi, video games, fantasy and manga.
Occasionally I can be found at that "work" thing, which is in a Library.
I love crafts and enjoy making my own cards, jewellery and artwork, and taking photographs. I wasn't able to take any art classes at school after I turned 14, which I really regret, as I definitely need some formal learning in order to improve.
Maybe one day I will go on a photography, jewellery making or drawing course, that would be good!