Wednesday, August 25, 2010

By Po Hilton

I thought I had faced
the monster in my heart
a holiday away
what a better place to start?

Swollen and shivering
weaving throat, mind, chest
the monster comes to strangle
what my heart had put to rest.

Face, flower, tree;
bird, street, sea;
sky, kitchen, smile;
garden, breezy mile.

That monster stirs in me
a haunting melody
an ache, a pain, a release;
the love of you at peace.

1 comment :

Ana Jonessy said...

Gorgeous poem..! I especially love the last part.