10:18 AM Posted by James Owens

The Erotic

I am a lock.
Your name is
a silver key
that I carry
folded in my
breath (exactly
as a child--
devoted and
shy and
already hearing
the first music
that will open him--
carries a coin
to church
in a bright
silk handkerchief).

25 comments:

Anne said...

That's an original and poetic point of view.
Anne

Marion McCready said...

'folded in my breath' - I love this and the image of the coin in the handkerchief. A beautiful little poem, I just want read it and read it...

myonlyphoto said...

James beautiful one, and I can relate. Thanks for sharing. Anna :)

dyanna said...

Superba poezia.

James Owens said...

Anne: Thank you. Sometimes it seems there is nothing original to say ... but then something, or someone, changes everything....

James Owens said...

Sorlil: Thank you, that means a lot to me. Just keep reading :-)

James Owens said...

Anna: I'm glad you could relate to this :-)

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James Owens said...

dyanna: Mulțsumesc pentru vizita. Ma bucur că am găsit blogul tau și imaginile tale frumoase….

S. Etole said...

I remember that special feeling of carrying my offering in a hanky to church ... giving something precious

LadyFi said...

Wow - that is beautiful!

Friko said...

wonderful lines, the images are full of poetry and thought yet immediate and even realistic at the same time.

A man who quotes Rilke and loves languages, I just have to follow you. Perhaps we could exchange a German poet or two.

James Owens said...

Susan: I think lots of us above a certain age have that memory:-) And that feeling of carrying something precious, something sacred, carries over into the poem, I hope....

James Owens said...

LadyFi: Thank you! This "wow" and exclamation point means a lot to me :-)

James Owens said...

Friko: I appreciate the way you read this poem.... Sure, we can exchange German poets ... Who do you have in mind?

isabella kramer - veredit said...

Oh, dear James, how wonderful, this is a very heartfelt text, with each reading more and more beautiful, and his mood has much of any horizon, directly into the hearts of those who can hear and feel. Thanks for that! ...and the picture is simply breathtaking ...

Ich umarme Dich herzlichst
Isabella

Andrea said...

Beautiful words.
I like the foggy picture too.

Bye

James Owens said...

Isabella: Thank you for these kind words. I'm glad that you can hear :-)

James Owens said...

Andrea: Thank you for coming by.

S. Etole said...

and the bird is free in his soaring ...

Lady Jo said...

Bonjour James,

très beau poème , image plutôt triste mais je l'aime bien....

bises

James Owens said...

Susan: Freedom and flight, yes...

James Owens said...

Lady Jo: Tu as raison, je pense, la photo est un peu triste ... le photographe aussi, ce jour-là ... mais quel fait a causé l’autre, je ne sais pas. Bises a toi

chrome3d said...

Atmospheric stuff that got me in it´s locked hold right from the very first line.

James Owens said...

Chrome: Thank you for reading!