A poem to the tender

by Karla   Jul 19, 2012


You created me
from images long lost;
moving my body
across untouchable seas;
there was little to fear.
Maybe the verses
of my transfixed dreams.
Maybe the blurred screen.

Something had to be given
for so little asked.
It wasn't necessary to feel
my heart in between my legs.
You - the impossible elegy
spiraling down my poems.

When I hid behind
the frosted flowers,
I don't know whether
it was for you or me.
Your blind hand reached
my limitations and
I craved for more
but you shall never understand
why I liked to be in captivity
when nothing could
be offered apart from
my naked words,
my strangled confession
of admiration.

I am mapping
fate. The knowledge
of surfaces will never be enough
to know me.
You touched me with
your mind. I touched you
with my distant flesh.
There is no loss.
The end still sleeps within us.

Karla Bardanza

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  • 11 years ago

    by Lioness

    I love this one Karla, I could feel sadness in your words. In awe again!

    x

  • 11 years ago

    by Xanthe

    "I craved for more
    but you shall never understand
    why I liked to be in captivity"

    ^ Karla, this. And the ending is brilliant.

    This piece might be my favorite by you to date. Write more please :)

  • 11 years ago

    by yogi73

    This is really great. It really enveloped me. The flow is intoxicating. each stanza offered a little more. I found the end to be touching;
    "There is no loss.
    The end still sleeps within us." A tender reminder of what awaits...

    This is so well done.

  • 11 years ago

    by Lostlove1

    Such a mix of beauty and sadness you have penned. Your poems are so difficult to comment and at least for me, a loss of words is a good thing when reading someone, thats how I know they touch my heart deeply. You are an amazing poetess Karla. I find magic in every single thing you write.

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