my written word


My emotions sit like the lake
calm and serene, ever-present
the surface glare prevents deeper inspection
sunrays act as macho environs have taught
deflecting glimpses of the movement and life within

My dedication to write is mostly for you
since my father never taught me how to express myself
and you never believe me when I tell you that you look like heaven
so I put those stirrings to black and white type
for you to carry with you when I don’t know how to do better

I hope that the words we share never lose their backing
like tender no longer based in gold holdings
let us forever be rich in words of meaning
from the ones shared in parting or in moments of reaffirmation
so when “I love yous” are found in empty pockets
there may be reason to rejoice


3 Responses to “my written word”

  1. slpmartin said

    I just love your line that ‘the surface glare prevents deeper inspection’ what an excellent metaphor…thanks for this fine poem.

  2. Bryan Borland said

    Makes me feel warm all over, Vic. Heartfelt… ” you never believe me when I tell you that you look like heaven” is one of those lines that just melts me.

    One of the best love poems I’ve read in a while.

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