How I Feel About You

As I lie in my bed,
Your name running through my head.
All I can think of is you
And all that you do.
The way you look at me.
I feel as if I’m in a dream.
The blue sky
Reminds me of your eyes
Which gives me butterflies.
You have brightened my life
With that beautiful smile.
No longer are my days a trial.
Your touch is like heaven,
Upon my young skin.
If only you knew
That what I say is true
I would do anything just to be with you.

by Thabang kgwatalala

Comments (3)

I am a published author..When I attended Aurora U. in IL, I minored in English and sociology and was introduced to the fantastic A.R. Ammons, I remembered his poetry when I was 58. He made that much of an impression on me
from what black wells of possibility, how a thing will unfold: Yes this poem has unfolded from such a black well of possibility. The poem found Avon and me too as Frank Avon has commented here below. Great! (10)
This, I think, is a clear statement of Ammons' way of writing - indeed, his very purpose for writing. not seeking or discovering the poem, but letting the poem find him, and at the same time, finding his reader. Of the modernist poets, I think Ammons is the one most concerned about this readers - about finding common ground with us. The poem, to him, should be as natural as a birch tree (and as striking) , but it must come naturally. It actually can't be created; it must unfold itself from black wells of possibility. Poets must open themselves (and the readers they bear in themselves) to the simple unfolding of a spiral of meaning from the many, many possibilities, unforeseen. The 'shape' cannot be imposed; it must spiral forth.