Thursday, July 16, 2009

A full turn of the circle: back to five-minute poetry

It's how I started, not worrying about whether I'd used the right form, just letting the words pour out. I thought it was wise to revisit this to get myself started up again. I wrote this on the way to work in a spare five minutes on the train. Maybe I'll use it as a base for a later more considered version, or maybe I'll just leave it as a little slice of the much deeper longing it represents...

Will there ever be someone?

There's a chink in the wall,
But will anyone ever burn
With the unceasing desire
To need to force through?
Will I ever be that damsel
In need of rescue?
Will there be someone
Who can't live without me,
Who must defend me
Whether right or wrong?
Will I ever course
through anyone's veins?
Will there be a heartbeat
Which speaks my name,
And only mine.
Will I ever become
Unwaivering obsession?
An essential possession?
Will anyone give his dreams
For me to tread upon?



  1. well girlie, this is excellent!

  2. Absolutely fantastic. Great start to getting back into the swing of things.

  3. Full of honest, earnest desire.
    "someone who defends me right or wrong"
    I ache for that too.

  4. Marie - watch out for my next post, which is a huge long story and I'm still working on it, but it shows beyond question that I do have someone like that after all, we just needed a crisis to show it. Welcome to my blog. It's just bits and pieces really, but I like visitors and honest comments and value my blogging friends very much, even if I'm a bit rubbish at coming over to visit

  5. Hello Pinkerbell. I have been out of the loop for a long time.
    Well, I must say, this is a powerful poem.
    I absolutely love the question..."Will there ever be someone?"
    It does make one pause..and ponder!

    I shall wait for your next post!

  6. Voila! sorry it's an epic!

  7. Beautifull poem. good return, is pretty speciall the order and way the text shows what happens what things are involve and they reveal near the end peope's posessive obsesive dependent side, that tends to screw it all