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I Only Know Simple Things

By: PM. Cardamone

 

I know only simple things

Like the ridges on the palm of your hand

As it’s place in mine

The gentle brush of our fingertips, or

Finding lost time within our steps

 

As we steal each soul with our eyes

And place them in secret, inside

The gap of unspoken love that still resides

Lessened by the slight sidle of your side

As you shelter me in that gentle gaze

 

Known only to one who is looking

I find where it is you like to hide

In the absence of words so action can rise

You move in close to me and

Whisper your siren’s song

 

Each note from your lips lands on mine

My fingers become yours as we move in close

It is now our air I breathe

with every exhale you become a part of me

 

You ask me how I know I love you

Putting complexities aside,

I know only simple things

Like love between you and I.

 

 

They sit around a pot of gold.
——{Gold: it is mountain gold, sure to be indigenous to some distant reach of the hardly inhabited}
——{They: those who speak like fairies and friars in riddles, rhymes, and rainbows}

The world is a problem and a wonder
——And they are the weavers!
———Deep weavers of superior realities.
——Answering complexities with poetry and sipping serenely at the summations of their sequined soliloquies.
All this while they warm themselves beside gold, mined from foreign shores.

Their conjectures are myriad miles away from the miner’s sweat
———–And catastrophic events,
———–And war,
———–And famine,
———–And poverty…
——{Conjectures: the philosophies of high-minded fairies and cushioned friars}
Yet it is faraway prisoners and miners and migrants that want for the prism of action to consolidate these polychromatic-spoken-verbs into the spectrum of tangible reality.
——{Verbs: the words of these café oligarchs and the kitchen aristocracy}

{They: I}
They are I.
Are we them?

As I sip on black gold,
Fresh pressed from a French press.


So pretty excited, this is the first poem I’ve worked on quite some time.  This is definitely a fun craft to get back into!  So what do you think? Clear enough? Too vague? Just right?  I’d love to hear your feedback, creative criticism – whatever is most appropriate.  (Apologies for the hidden formatting, I’m still learning the wonderful world of WordPress and [p.s.] it’s not Microsoft Word 2007 formatting friendly).