Between the lines
Late on a summer evening
in the not-quite-day
and not-quite-night of dusk
I walked out with nothing
but an empty net
to catch some twilight words for you.
Thoughts fluttered like moths
across the moon but I held back;
I did not have the heart to trap them in my net.
A night breeze slid gently
down the slope on which I lay,
tumbling metaphors like scents across the nodding grass
but they were delicate as gossamer and slipped between the weave and warp of words.
So I returned without the words
to tell you what you've meant to me;
but if you read between the lines
you'll find a poem there.
(c) A McN
Sometimes you want to show appreciation to someone but don't know the best way to begin. This was one of those times.
in the not-quite-day
and not-quite-night of dusk
I walked out with nothing
but an empty net
to catch some twilight words for you.
Thoughts fluttered like moths
across the moon but I held back;
I did not have the heart to trap them in my net.
A night breeze slid gently
down the slope on which I lay,
tumbling metaphors like scents across the nodding grass
but they were delicate as gossamer and slipped between the weave and warp of words.
So I returned without the words
to tell you what you've meant to me;
but if you read between the lines
you'll find a poem there.
(c) A McN
Sometimes you want to show appreciation to someone but don't know the best way to begin. This was one of those times.
4 Comments:
So beautiful it leaves me lost for words. I love it. :-)
You are an exquisite writer!
Beautiful ... this softest of jolt hit my heart as I neared the end ... Thank you for the gift of lovely verse.
Beautifully evocative ...
Thanks for the comments. Much appreciated. This particular poem had a long gestation - about 5 months. That averages about a word a day....
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