Monday, 23 May 2016

In His Head...



He hides her in his head

Where she walks with brazen confidence

Dancing

To the echo of my faltering footsteps.

He thinks I cannot see her there

He is mistaken

She is visible through every

Testing glance he casts my way.

Through every cautious smile

He squanders in my direction.

And through the spidery lie

Of his awkward caress.



He hides her in his head

Where she casually strolls

Through the mausoleum of his heart

Dismissing 

The abandoned remains of lovers past.

He thinks I cannot hear her there

He is mistaken

I hear her through every

Desirous sigh his thoughts of her evoke

Through the brittle silence

My presence induces

And through the blistered lie

Of his excuses.




He hides her in his head

Where she calmly replaces

The frayed remnants of my existence

With the vibrant tapestry of her own.

He thinks I cannot feel her there

He is mistaken

I feel her through every

Quickening beat the mention of her name

Allows his heart.

Through the icy absence

Of his hand in mine

And through the splintered lie

Of his goodnight kiss.




I once lived in his head

Where I trusted and believed

The intensity of our love was flawless

And would forever bind us.

I was mistaken.




Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 

26 comments:

  1. I'm shivering here, Lynn. This is genius in poetry. Starkly brilliant.

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    1. Val...you have no idea how much your words mean to me. I have so much to thank you for...but mostly I thank you for 'getting me'....xx

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  2. O what can I say except that this is Hauntingly Beautiful !

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  3. I would so love to reblog this on my blog. I'm, as practically every time, . Merci mille fois

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  4. Thank you, Markus....you are most welcome to do so and I would be most honoured...

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  5. If I find a way to reblog "blogger" content on "wordpress".
    That not includes copy-paste, I'll do so. I will find a way!

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    1. You Sir, are a gentleman and a scholar... :) Thank you

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  6. Goose bumps galore, Lynn. Fabulous! xx

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    1. And many, many thanks for supporting me as you do, Cathy xx

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  7. Wow! This is a very painful read on the distress of a love lost.

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    1. I'm glad I was able to convey that...thank you...

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  8. BTW where's your twitter button gone?

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    1. HUGE thanks for pointing this out to me! I hadn't even noticed it had vanished so thank you, kins sir, once again! :)

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  9. This is so brilliantly evocative. It seems to return to the pain with every thought of lost love. One of your best! It goes into the 'saved' file. Well done grumbly

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    1. Your words continue to make my day, Hap...Thank you for all the support you give me AND for 'saving' me haha! ((hugs)) xx

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  10. Wow! What a brilliant poem! I love it.

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  11. whoah. And I mean that in an admiring way.

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  12. Lynn, this is breathtaking poetry. WELL DONE! x

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    1. Ohh Kimmie, I'm hugely flattered and genuinely chuffed by your kind words xxx

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  13. hurt deeper than the physical
    yes magnificent living words
    Emlyn

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  14. You are so right....a hurt so deep...it can never be exhumed not erased....Thank you x

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