Tell me
You’re bored.
Convince me
You’ve lost
That fightin’ feeling.
Evince me your sword,
The one you sheathed
For lack of horror-horde;
And I’ll shake, for now,
This shield from my arm.
Though whist-reeling,
I’m kiss-callused to harm.
Still, whisper you’re alone;
Step gently to me.
Unclench the stone
That minds your melody—
Nakedly, now,
Through whip-of-wind,
Through the blinds-of-rain.
I’m just a wretch,
Blackened to blue,
In e’ery dream’s disdain
For pained experience:
It’s true, I’ve been there
On the tongue of dealt-distance,
‘Twixt the teeth
Of each welt-raising instance.
Inch-risk it—you’ve gotten closer
Than anyone else;
But this withered clover—
I’m ‘haps too ghostly to share it:
Vanishing, mostly invisible;
So dare over, love, and tear it in two,
Pinch it into an imperfect pair.
I’m all but invincible
In my gauntlet, too;
I’ve been nowhere
Already,
Yet everywhere
With you.
Music: Lindsey Stirling’s breath-taking violin-interpretation of Yiruma’s River Flows In You, original to his 2001 album First Love. To my ears, both are near-peerless.
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I appreciate the backlink, Niche. Very kind!
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For an average dude who writes sometimes, you can do ‘ special’
I like this one ….thanks.
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You’re very welcome, Sticks! I have my rare moments. Thank you for both the visit and carving out the time for a comment. I’m grateful to have your kindness. Please enjoy the remainder of your week…
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Your wistful words flow gracefully along the edges of the clover leaves.
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I am humbled by your visit to the piece and your words, Grace…I am grateful for both. Thank you for sharing your time with me. I hope you have a restful weekend!
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Great piece. Good job,
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Privately, as introspective as a sunken dagger, a special piece to me, to be sure. I am grateful for your shared ear…and heart, my friend.
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