Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Silent Night

Snow settles slowly
as the streetlight-orange glow
finds a space
between the conventional curtains --
to edge through
and share its dim tinted light
with me
and my new love --
whom I have loved for months
without seeing.

I see her now,
her perfect profile at my breast
for the first time.
And in spite of my
or perhaps because of it,
I am more awake than ever --
keenly cognizant
of my enhanced heart.

Some things in life
are beyond description.
Even the best of poets
are unqualified
to humanize some feelings
by naming them with words.

These are my kept
deep-down emotions --
cherished for a few mid-night hours
after the agony,
the ecstasy
of the emerging,
when our once cord-connected bodies

She is
no longer me,
but forever mine.


Tiffany said...

I still remember you sharing this at our writing group. You are amazing. I want to say this is my favorite of your poems, but I feel like saying that with every one I read.

Tiffany said...

P.S. I don't know how to do it, but have you made sure to copyright your stuff?

Shannon said...

Yeah, I have copyrighted some of my writing. I haven't sent in my most recent stuff yet, but I think the time stamp on my blog (or on my Word documents) serves as a temporary copyright. Still, I have enough new poems that I should send them in. It's easy to copyright something. You just download a form on the internet, fill it out and send it along with the writing to be copyrighted to the Library of Congress. Easy as pie.

Thanks for looking out for me. :)