Mistrusting

Mistrusting

So mistrusting

your delicate nature

leaves fragile, opaque skin.

A heart so hurt

a slight awaits

at every key stroke;

And yet I do but yearn

to caress away

the brittle, bitter bile

of mistrust.

To cradle you in

strong but needy arms;

to brush my caring lips

across your waiting breast,

and sooth you

dear, dear poet

till you are mine

and are whole again.

 

06/10/12

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

Like this, the way the poem is centred and set out - good job.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you for your kindness over my scribbles Leslie.

[Nicky Sarti]

What Mark said.
Ya know how great I think you are dude!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Nicki.

[Nicky Sarti]

Always meant hunny x

[Mark]

I can feel the control here, the wanting, the regret perhaps, definitely the hurt. You have a very strong gift of writing transparently, your writes flow naturally.

I hope you find catharsis with them.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

HA, ha, Thank you Mark. I think we all find a catharsis in expressing ourselves in words and I do which I think is lucky.

[Leigh]

This is very personal you are using that word delicate again, I wonder if it relates in some way to your other poem Angels are Delicate? I like this very much

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Leigh. Yes there is a link

[Leigh]

thought so

[Mia]

I agree! This is absolutely beautiful and it has a tenderness that melts me heart. Strong but needy...what a lovely combination. It sometimes feels like it’s the one or the other but never both. Which is silly because I think they go well together. I love the last two lines!
"till you are mine
and are whole again."

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Mia. Have missed you!

[Mia]

Me too!

[Claire Twinn]

Aaah- so sweet!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Claire. Hope you are good.