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Tuesday, September 27, 2016

More Warden Than Enamored

Dolce Far Niente ~ John William Godward, 1897

You are here, secreted beneath
rib and bone, beating against
the cage in heartbeat thumps.

I feel more warden than enamored
with a padlock around my tongue
to keep words from making a fool’s escape.

Once love is given wings
it can no longer nest in dreams.
Confession will fly the compass of truth.

©Susie Clevenger 2016


brudberg said...

Maybe it's more the anticipation that we love than the confirmation...

Maybe that's what falling in love is all about.

Magaly Guerrero said...

I wonder if it would be different, if love it's left free to nest where it wants... even in dreams.

Cressida de Nova said...

Love given wings can no longer nest in dreams. Good line.

Stacy Lynn Mar said...

Really enjoyed the depiction of a padlock around the tongue!
You have a great knack for word play. Really enjoyed reading.

Vandana Sharma said...

A love that lets you to be free yet keeps you bind to its soul, a beautiful love.

Kim Russell said...

Good question, Magaly.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is a very meaty piece, Susie, with a lot to think about, in terms of how difficult it is sometimes to confess one's love.

Confession will fly the compass of truth...

jabblog said...

Sometimes, when feelings are voiced, they lose their potency - you have captured this well.

Margaret said...

I find the first stanza quite stunning!

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