“Will you carry me up the mountain, and place me
delicately?”
“Yes.”
“Will you carry my belongings and hand me another pair of
warm socks?”
“Yes.”
The course of love, treacherous at times, snowballs until
gravity matters
He shouldered her love without straps or cinching, without
hooks or spikes
When it came time to profess that love, it echoed too loudly
on granite faces
And the avalanche that ensued thundered in his ears,
flushing faces
“You can move on, I will leave you in peace and heed winter’s
warning.”
“Where will you go?”
“Into the valley where the rainwater collects in dark
crevices waiting.”
"Why won’t you stay?"
The distance measured in in frozen tear drops, the landscape
blurred and beautiful
But a hollow chest is where the ravens nest, dining on a
young mans desires
He could capture his life in a poem, but icicle words are
too sharp
Instead, he would capture silence by the tail and listen for
love on the wind.
He can’t hear her, but the wind tells such lonely tales
until sleep comes.
Sigh.
ReplyDeleteTragedy, with an extra pair of warm socks.
Bravo, Corey.
K
Oh my, "but icicle words are too sharp" great line...love how you ended it!!
ReplyDeleteOh, this is a heart-breaker. Women always complain that men never express their feelings enough, but when they do, they are often left out in the cold. I love how you wove the metaphor of iciness throughout the poem, and there are some amazingly memorable lines here:
ReplyDeleteThe course of love snowballs...until gravity matters. Whoosh!!
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ReplyDeleteone more time without the embarassing typos:
ReplyDeleteI feel like I actually hear the wind howling here,feel the bite of it, and the cold, but also the immensity from which it comes barreling down on us. So many lines here I love, 'he shouldered her love without straps or cinching, without hooks or spikes,' and '“Into the valley where the rainwater collects in dark crevices waiting.”' but the overall slam for me is the takeaway of the ending, the ravens nesting, the knife-icicles, freezing on the mountainside, and the slow wait for a thawing wind. Really good stuff, Corey.
This is so cool, Hero.
ReplyDeletePS--when are we going to collaborate again?
ReplyDeleteWhenever you would like my dear....you know I love it. Did you see my take on my who dunnit???? Damn that Coal Black!!! Check it out.
Deletespike sharp, Corey
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