Lines of You
by William Bednar
I wish that I could formulate the phrase
To find a foothold in your foreign trust
Or pick the perfect rhythm for my praise
To dance into your ear, 'ere we turn dust.
I must admit, I'm taken by your eyes
That seem to wander lonely on the air
And in their solitude sow my demise
And show 'tis false that games of love are fair.
But quite betrayed by silence on my part
My eye for you seems fated to be lost
In barren lines disguised well as art
That turn upon the air like timid frost.
So maybe 'fore we find our bodies dead
You'll learn of me in lines of you, you read.
The challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads is A Birthday in April - Shakespeare. I knew where to go for today's post: to my son's Facebook page and select from his many, many poems in Notes (of course, I love them all and had a hard time deciding).
My photo which I took at Middleton Place in Charleston, SC, goes well with my son's poem, I think. The lines, solitude, a slight sense of loneliness (do you see the red head young lady on the bench in the distance?
I also linked this with dVerse Open Link Night #93, hosted tonight by Brian Miller who is also an amazing poet.