Monday, March 8, 2010

Your warm rose heart

There was a place, once,
where you whispered close, dark things,
mysteries and embroidered words;
and there was a place, once,
where I dreamed I knew
the answers. Now it’s as if
you speak a half-forgotten tongue,
encrypted by ill-use
its poetic rhythm dancing
Mediterranean songs across my ear,
their meaning irrevocably lost.

Rachel Westfall
March 7, 2010

in response to Christopher

7 comments:

Poetikat said...

Very nice. I love the choice of "embroidered words", Rachel.

christopher said...

I want to thank you for playing with me. I love this. It makes poetry so easy, and makes poetry make sense. What a gift! We tell stories, you and I. If we wanted to, I bet we could build a world in replying to each other.

I wrote this in reply to you there.

Lost Clarity

At that time, under
that younger yellow sunlight,
in that noon moonrise,
in the first quarter,
I thought you heard me clearly,
would have sworn it so.

The way you are now,
I know you have changed. Your heart
beats another beat,
and my tongue twists up
as I try to say simple
things I need to say.

nollyposh said...

<3

Karen said...

You and Christopher! I think it's a good thing you are separated by Cyberspace... ;-)

BloggerMouth said...

"Now it’s as if
you speak a half-forgotten tongue,
encrypted by ill-use
its poetic rhythm dancing
Mediterranean songs across my ear,
their meaning irrevocably lost."

These are my favourite lines here. This poem is so painfully beautiful.

RachelW said...

I love it, Christopher. Too bad I'm so preoccupied writing about snakes and sirens, or maybe I could find it in me to keep this one going! :)

Thanks, y'all, for your kind comments. Karen, I'm sure we'd be perfectly harmless to one another.

Julie said...

Beautiful poem, Rachel. I love how the "embroidered words" turn into a half-forgotten tongue encrypted by ill-use. Encrypted is the perfect word in that stanza. Thanks for sharing!