I see you everywhere

by Ben Pickard   Nov 16, 2020


I have craved you. Between the
rushes that blow blissfully along
the rivers' banks and in the little
lagoons that swirl with crystal depths -
I have craved you. Amongst the forgotten
foliage that paints the mountains majestically
with emerald, gold, rouge and bronze,
I have craved you. In the mixed pallete of the
rainbow's arch, and in the curve of a swan's neck,
your eyes have haunted me. In the sweep of
the swallow and the call of the cukoo,
I have heard you. And now, tired, broken and
lying naked in the arms of another,
I miss you. Oh, how I miss you.

--

Ben Pickard

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  • 3 days ago

    by Skyfire

    Oh how achingly beautiful. What a vivid description of how you can still long for something - or someone - in the midst of beauty.

  • 1 week ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    First note I had while reading this is that I'm happy you went with "I have craved you" instead of simply saying "I want you" or other variations. It felt more personal, especially with the repetition then the line "I have heard you", creating this intimacy and bittersweet reality of their presence being acknowledged in all sounds, sights and places you go.

    Also, loved the "blow blissfully", "forgotten foliage", and "mountains majestically". I noticed that "lagoons" are something you reference and use in your poetry, three or four times now? It kind of reads to me as one of your staples, as I don't read that word elsewhere usually.

    The connection to nature is always something that makes your poetry memorable to me. Here, the swan and rainbow arch, and the imagery that stirs up emotion and provides a softness, without being so heavily dependent on it. How we can be reminded of someone's touch and of their presence simply in our surroundings.

    The last lines read like a heavy sigh. What can one do with an "I miss you" but declare it? To let it be expressed then let it go wherever. When I read "in the arms of another", I read it as finding companionship with someone else, but it could never be the same. It is its own comfort perhaps, but could never fit or mimic or claim to be what you and this person had (or could have had).

    • 1 week ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Wonderful comment, MA. Thanks so much.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Brenda

    Beautiful Ben! You are amazing writing about broken, longing love...

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Ben, I am still yours. if I pop a robe on, can we talk this through?

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Maple Tree

    Be still my heart................... beautiful

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