I wanna hold your hand
I wanna be your man
I wanna be the sand that runs through your toes
Ending up in unsuspecting places of the crannies and folds of your clothes.
A chair is not a chair
A weave is not her hair
A burning house is not a flare when there’s no one standing close
To witness who was so lonely for attention that he’d torch his own abode.
I wanna kiss your face
I wanna run your race
I wanna occupy your space like some random thought
That public education, good nutrition and moderate exercise just bought.
i truly adore this write k
its so you…
i feel like this piece took me into the folds
of its prose and soul danced with me…
it made me shift and shudder
so lovely
V~
I’ve read this numerous times, as I do most of your pieces. Because I swear I need the abridged cliff notes to some, or “kenn-notes”.
The feel of this made me keep reading it over again.
The first stanza would make anyone swoon, and be filled with warmth at those words.
“A burning house”… *Nice Luther reference. Gives your mind a vivid illustration of the emotion here.
Love this.
Sam
Thank you , Syl and Sam (and private comments). This piece is simple on the top end with a few gears working beneath the surface.
The first two stanzas are a nod to The Beatles and Luther Vandross and their songs’ expression of romantic love. That’s the theme of the writing here with the antagonist of loneliness making an appearance (every story has a villain). Submitting to the pangs of loneliness can lead to someone making pretty self-destructive decisions. I have seen people sacrifice the good things they have to obtain what they don’t. I have also seen people fake (weave) who they really are to attract someone but that always ends badly. In other words, love free, hope always, and be yourself.
I wanted to share a positive piece for Spring so here you are, Friends. Happy Spring!!
Lovely and amazing.
~”hoping always”
Sweet. And the notes helped make it even sweeter.
Fantastic write kenn. Hello Spring.
Ahh glorious Spring. After that last blizzard that we had up here in the O-hio
its been wonderful to finally be able to shed sorrow, get outside and
commune with nature.
As the death of winter falls away
Spring moves me to new passions
Ablaze with the fire of Summer
and too soon filled with Autumn’s regrets.
Happy Spring!!!! and Good Friday.
Beautiful….. just like you, Kenn
Blessed Spring!
I wanted to comment on your poem.
Ahh yes “submitting to the pangs of loneliness”
truly when you are in that abyss of loneliness one will
randomly grab onto these romantic notions to fill the void
or “torch his own abode” so that someone sees you, hears you.
” the angels said i’d smile today, but who needs angels anyway” Sara Bareilles
Yes…love free, hope always and be yourself.
What was that about a few gears working beneath the surface?
Very nice write.
When I read this piece it caused me to think about the Bible verse “Be Still and Know that I’m God.” Wonderful blog King Ken Ken!
This poem in its simplicity also complicates the intellect of such prospects that only live subject to their minds leaving behind the longing of this kind of wanting, yearning, burning feelings calling out from their hearts.
I love it,
Poetic Satin