When I Let My Friends...

When I let my friends
ready my poems
I feel naked
Stripped of emotional
walls and obstructions
When their eyes
review the words
from my soul
I feel like a nude painting
hanging on display
A sculpture
as which to stare and probe
Being over analyzed
and scrutinized
that is not the point

My careful arrangement
of words
Are not intended to reveal
But, for you to identify with
and find you

Maybe I should
Mail my poems to
Then when they find
them difficult
to comprehend
They won't feel guilty
about putting them down

Divorce my words from my-self

For me, it is easier said than done
My words are my words

Make my words yours
Allow me to take you where you might never go
Feel things you may never feel

With my words, together, we will fly!

~ D²,27 April 88

by Deborah Dalton

Other poems of DALTON (25)

Comments (6)

His poems are such mysterious riddlesome things. I could sit here all day trying to unpick them.
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out
its a quite pile of ghastly thoughts which even the readers could able to recreate.... loved the poem
Great poem! Love this poem by Robert frost.
took a great ghost story to something more.great!
See More