I write free-style poetry. The textyladies posted a renga prompt. I am not in the mindset to count today-nor to rhyme nor to work on my iambic pentameter. Or anything else for that matter. So I took the basic structure of the renga form and I adapted it to my own quirky wants and needs.
And one of these days, you, I will be able to look you in the eye, without looking as if I am about to cry, and say the words--and include one more that I as yet have not: IN. I can't say it to you yet--even though I can't stop thinking it.
In
In
One small word
Counting high
Breaking through
To another side
Touching me
Where no man could
Blinding me
Softly grazing
Never phasing
Holding tight
Coiled in a ball
Alive at last
After so long
Now to stand tall
Faltering
Halting
Uneasy in faith
Must believe
Learning to trust
Broken inside
Shoved aside
Just so lost
Struck now by your eyes
And their embrace
If I close mine
To step inside
Who holds my hand
While busy
Holding on to yours
The fragile state
Like floating breath
Glassine butterflies
My heart is there
Too scared to be frozen
Love is a simple thing
You open your heart
That is the thing
Soul depths
No hiding
Stepping in
Inside my brain
Inside my night
My hearts burns there
Just for you
Touching me
Holding me
Falling in too
